Those trees take years to grow.
Don't you know that you are only a projection of light?
A refraction or bending of the image inside of my
childlike mind.
And I am much younger than those sails will last.
Will they see an ocean? The most musical one at that?
::Pacific, Indian, Atlantic, Antarctic:: sounds like
a cathartic exploration, young boy playing with perhaps
his only toy.
And what of balloons?
Oh, the places they'll take you. Oh, the places you'll go!
Oh, whichever ocean your river will lead you, be sure to
greet those new friends with
a wide open hello!
