Tiny, microscopic people below me, passing like ants,
Drifting chimney smoke from a blazing fire,
Gusts of wind rushing and whistling by my ears,
Chattering birds as they glide with ease,
White, puffy clouds with soft smooth edges,
Salt air wafting to my nose as I circle over immense oceans,
My baggy clothes, billowing at my sides,
Clear, crystal blue ocean waves passing in rhythmic patterns
far beneath,
A gentle breeze, weaving through my hair,
My eye lids pulling back as I fly rapidly like a jet,
Noisy engines of airplanes drifting overhead to distant places,
Queasy flip-flopping in my stomach as I spin in loops and
circles,
The wind gently brushing at my face,
Watching my shadow skim over the wavy, lush grass
Dazzling rays of sunlight guiding me through the vast, open
sky.
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