Riding on the wings of fancy, watching the trees and mountains pass me by, as I ride on the powdered wings of a butterfly. Hair let down, blowing in the wind I can feel the calm, tranquility, peacefulness within.
I watch as we fly past, inside, and beyond mother nature�s art, a canvas of blues, greens, and oranges; so mixed one can barley tell them apart. Gripping onto her fuzzy back, I listen to the sounds and just relax.
I listen to the birds chirping their playful song, as we bobbed to the beat and fluttered along. She swooped down low as we passed a lake, trees hung over head creating a shadowy drape. I reached out my suntanned arm and grazed the water, and as she zigzagged, a crystal trail followed after. The narrow little humble stream, passed us by like it was all a dream. We followed it till it became the falls and reached its end, and up we went soaring again. Light as a feather we flew so high, above the trees, reaching the sky. I raised me hand and grasped a piece of a cloud, balled it up and tossed it around. I flipped over and let the sun beat down on my face, and decided I wouldn�t want to be in any other place. Joy was in my stomach, love was in my throat, happiness was filling me up, peace was in my soul. She lowered herself a little and again I put out my hand as we passed by a willow. My hand passed through its soft swaying leaves, as it swung back and forth playing in the breeze. The wind picked up and we swayed a bit more, floating so low I could smell the sweet, cut grass on the floor. The vibrant sun slipped behind a graying nimbus, and the sky was dimming to it�s orange dusk. We kept on flying, but more slowly and precise; I let it all sink in: this peaceful paradise.
I felt the first rain that dropped and caught the second one in a big we glop. I held the rain in the palm of my hand and stayed as steady�as steady as I can. The butterfly escaped the rain by landing under a huge sunflower that protected us from the rain�s heavy power. She folded her wings over me like a dark blue and green translucent cover. I remembered that I still had my drop of rain and I focused back on that again.
I looked into the crystal ball and I couldn�t believe what it was I saw. A girl was in there trapped and alone, sad and lonely in her little dome. I asked what was wrong but she looked right past and started moving her fingers really fast. I wondered what she was doing and it suddenly was clear to me: she was typing on a computer, tapping key after key, after key. Her eyes were dull and her lips were pursed, she looked stressed out but there was something worse. I recognized this girl and knew who it could be�this girl in the drop was actually me! I knew it when she mouthed out the words �oh what to write�.what should I write? Where is it I find peace and tranquility?� And suddenly she lit up, gave a glowing smile; that�s when I knew it was me, she mouthed the words �where is my happy place? My peaceful fantasy? I know! I know!�, and on her computer she typed the words: �Riding on the wings of fancy�.
