Sunrise


The soft crest wind blows
Like someone breathing on me

As I fly
My umbrella flutters like a butterfly

The red light of the early morning sun shines on me
I whisper "Shine or light of this day will be filled with wonder"

I look down upon the forest which looks like toys
I fly up, up, up and up
I reach the clouds

I feel sleepy
I rest with my umbrella as I gently float to earth

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