I thought to become blue
Sinking up to the sky
Where the clouds wander
And aimlessly fly.
My arms turned into wings
Lifting me past scabbed bark
To where the pine forest sings.
Tipping that way and this
Atop the tallest tree without miss
I found a balanced stance.
Surveying sloped meadow,
I heard the wind long before feeling
The vagabond's invite
That sent my earthbound senses reeling.
Gathering more feathers blue
I asked the clouds to lead the way
And with a deep breath,
Off we flew.