The Sky is Everywhere

When I was younger, I drew a picture

With the sky beneath my feet

And the grass above my head.

Because that was I knew

It was what my uncle told me

Back when he still came by

That the sky was right side up,

And we were upside down

So since then, I longed to touch the sky

And feel the clouds at my fingertips

The green just couldn’t compete

With the blue of it all.

One day, I finally did it.

I reached the sky at last.

It was everything I imagined,

Just like my uncle said.

He was there when I felt the clouds,

And the clean, crisp wind.

He was smiling, as though he was waiting for me

And he offered his hand

So I did the only thing to do:

I took it and together we flew.

The End

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