In the sky
He swayed. Back, forth. But it was beautiful. It was breathtaking, the greenery surrounding him, the mighty oak. It was in him. He was in it.
The bright sun shone above, peering through the final branches. It was wonderful. The cool breeze swept through his hair of gold.
He sat back in the small hammocklike nest. It swayed side to side with his momentum. His tanned brown skin absorbed the rays and warmed him.
He looked down. The ground view was obstructed by many a branch reaching to live.
He looked out across the many miles. It was magical, the awesome spectacle consumed him.
Thin wispy clouds unable to be seen from the ground were large light blankets floating in the strong breeze above him.
He looked upward at the depths of the mighty universe before him.
He though of jumping and living his way to the ground, but his thoughts were lost as he watched two mighty eagles soar over him, completely overshadowing his small figure.
Such power and might beyond comprehension stood before him as he had never seen.
The plains and farmlands dotted the landscape below. He watched as a small sparrow nesting nearby dropped like a rock toward the ground until it was out of sight.
From this point of view he could see the next three towering snowcapped mountains in the next two valleys.
At the foothill of the nearest mountain grew an out cropping of thinned willows crouched about a medium sized river flowing out of the mountain from an unknown source.
It was fall in his land and there were many small black trails of smoke from farmers when they burned their leaves. The sun was at its apex above him, burning with a jolly flame.
The wind whistled in his ears as the song of a young passing robin was caught in its swift stream. The world bustled about him in its incessant unceasing process of life. The drying greenish brown leaves about him rustled and crackled as the beating wind swept at it.
As the connection of a large cumbersome leaf was abruptly severed from its mother branch by a slightly stern gust of dry dusty vapor, the proportionally small parcel of withering life was swept away from the main domain of its siblings. It was played with and tossed upon a seemingly ageless course of flight through its enemies and acquaintances into an eternity of torture until finally set to a perpetual and unremitting rest.
The brilliant blue of the noonday sky blasted down upon him as the middle of the parched season took its toll on every living thing.
As life began to fall into the deep sleep of winter the becoming warm breeze uttered a slight soft quieting sound to silence all for its period of rest ahead.
A silent vow to return was whispered between the lips of nature herself as she slowly stilled her billows.
The sweet smell of life reached his nostrils as he dropped off to sleep.
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