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( borrowed from my old “heavensees blog” )

High in the sky
As the clouds blow on by
Higher and higher
Up into the sky
My hands reach out
I can touch the blue
Like my finger paints
I can really touch the blue.
Air rushes past my face
Wind like tickles from angels
Quick touches ruffle my hair,
More along my face.
I close my eyes to see differently
Am I a bird?
Or another cloud floating along above Texas?
My stomach goes up
My stomach goes down,
Maybe an astronaut landing on the moon
Or a dolphin skipping on ocean waves,
Like running through a park
My strong tail splashing.
Then, with my eyes wide open
I jump from the swing
To see how far I can glide.