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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

Just 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 invisible fingers on my face.

I close my eyes to see differently

Am I a bird?

Am I like a secret angel that can fly?

Or another beautiful cloud floating along above Texas?

My stomach goes up, my stomach goes down,

Maybe as an astronaut landing on the moon

Or a dolphin skipping on ocean waves,

Like running through a giant water park, my strong tail splashing.

Then, with my eyes wide open

I jump from the swing,

To see how far I can glide.