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If you have a little sister, please read. |
I sit and let my mind wonder under a baby willow tree. The branches sway back and forth through the winds dance giving the effect of a dream upon the universe as I close my eyes to escape reality. A laugh wakes my presence among the forgotten hill with the willow. For I look up to see something in the clouds That's gleaming so bright. I see movement as the cloud dances so white, Like a bunny cloud hopping toward the sky. I see a little girl. A little girl that dances With a tiara on her head and A wand in one hand with Flowers flowing from the end Leaving a trail like a flower girl at a wedding down the aisle. Her beautiful dress is swaying like A mist of perfume through a breeze. While she dances Her white hair bounces to a rhythm of "bing bing" Creating the illusion of a children's giggle. Suddenly, she stops. Her chin and toes face toward me. Her eyes glisten like snowflakes on a winter's night As our eyes met in surprise. She is familiar. As I look deeper to her porcelain face, Her eyes matched the deep sky's blue. With her hair matching the heaven's radiance. But all I know for sure Is that I will remember the time, When she was my sister dancing circles around me Singing a tune of love with the ending of childish laughter. As she faded away from the wind's grace, I miss her so. I closed my eyes once again to realize that Someone is watching over me. |