I went across an ocean
once; walking on the waves.
I made it to the other side
and found it very strange.
The people couldn't fly,
the grass was always green,
and no matter how hard they tried
not one could walk on streams.
I told them that only clouds
would sink beneath the waves
And yet they still don't believe!
I shake my head in shame.
How can they live like this?
Without thought for flight?
How can they share a dream?
How wasted is their night?

I sat down and began to cry.
A pitiful state, this world.
And then a soft hand
touched my face, my head
turned to stare. For up there
in the trees, a child flew like a bird.
My heart jumped and she smiled,
her life changed for good.