Today I studied the blueberry sky and admired the clouds of cream. My eyes chased the whipped shapes and found it to be such a dream. My heart followed the wind's direction, the devil-may-care breeze. I reached up from the grass that tugged me down, I'll never be tall like the trees—with their branches closer to touching the ocean that is the persisting sky, I'll stay cemented for my life, watching from the hillside. But even so, I'm meant to remain with my feet sown into the ground; it's still a nice thought to think that the vastness will take me around.