ABOVE
Blushing blue in a big open sea the waves of breeze surrounding me. The warmth of the unforgiving sun blast down the rase of red.To hear the churp of the small creatures in the air is like the music that feels a jazz room. Ooh how the big pillows that comforts us the softness of it's touch.
As big long abjects pass our way we look up into the hot Rey. To imagine that you could fly is to imagine that you were born with wings.
As the hours roll by you realize that it's all changing for the things you once saw hours ago are no longer in site. The warmth you had once wrapped yourself in is quickly fading away.
Now there is a much nicer color to the earth it seems to be a very wild color like the color of mixed paint that feels it up in that big open sea.
And that big red object that was once seen is now gone. There it is the biggest eye you have ever seen. It's so clear that you can only imagine who it might belong to.
And there at that very moment the light you once seen is now gone away and all you are left with is this beautiful black dotted sea with nothing but bits of sparkle.
Ooh how I love to seat and look above.
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