I'm a powerful, yet beautiful Chinese dragon, decorated with black and silver, with vibrantly clear eyes.
I remember the freedom I had up, up, up, soaring into the heavens across the endless sky.
I remember the feel of the wind racing under my body, faster and faster through my soul and spirit.
I remember the smells of new buds on trees, and the foods from out festival.
I remember the sounds of children's laughter, pulling on my string, asking me to go higher and higher. I also remember birds happily singing with one single care in the world, and crickets chirping in the springtime meadows. I can still hear the sounds of the festival...my festival.
I remember the sights of dampened trees, and the dew on the morning grass. I remember the sights of the festival and the sight of the soft clouds, the sun beaming into my glass eyes.
