Once when but a child of ten, in the mind behind my eye, I sawr an orange
colored cloud through a green and yellow sky. Per haps when I am all grown
up I’ll leave these skies so blue, and go through space to the kind of place
that’ll make my dreams come true. I may find trees made out of bone and
growing upside down, or people with six arms and legs living in some Martian
town. Per haps I’ll find a much better world. Or it may be much worse, but
I’ll not be an earth bound soul, my world’s the universe.
