It was a brief moment in time when I
Could run like the wind and jump so
High as to touch the clouds, and float
Down to the soft green earth gently
Landing and at once beginning to fly
Again with endless energy, staying out
In natures' air, sun, and all the elements
For hours and hours and the energy was
Without end. Playing; playing is what it was.
I found in the present time my mind had
Remained the same with that urge to play.
My body was not all unresponsive, but near
Enough to let me know the two were no
Longer in cooperation. I wanted to play again.
There was only one way to touch the sky.
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