As I lay on an open field my head tilted skyward, I observe cotton clouds blown about by a gentle wind forming the most amusing patterns, their beauty only rivaled by golden rays of sun that illuminate the grassy field. By these streams of sunlight, I am guided upwards into the moist, mother like embrace of the clouds above. Unhindered by earth bound worries, I float happily amongst new found friends. In the sweetest, softest voice they whisper, “Come with us” I am joyous but alas I know in my heart the time is not right, I must return to the world below. I am comforted by a knowing. I am a child of the sky, my place is the wind and sun, one day I shall join my friends in the clouds, never to return.
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