Put me up on a pedestal. Set me up high above the clouds so I can see. Show me the tips of the pine trees stretching to the skies. Wrap me up in a warm breeze and bring me down gently to show me the grass as it tangles itself in between my toes. Pull me into the core of the world and lead me through the roots of the flowers that paint the Van Gogh that we call Mother Earth. Then, bring me back, breaking though the dirt and gasping for the crisp morning air, to rest my head against a pillow of lavender, sunflowers, and daisies. Let my hands wander through them, collecting their virgin dust. Watching, as the little sunrises blossom on the tips of my fingers.
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