The Sky

The sky is wide and beautiful. It can also be deadly as seen in the above story. In the story, the sky serves as the fatal place for the corrupt old man, ironically, however, it is the death place for loyal servants, many of whom were probably loyal to their masters. It also discussed the fear one can feel in the sky.

The bird serves as a plane in the lives of today, drawing people into the sky, and then dashing them into the ground. The difference is that the bird has control and morals and that the plane is a machine. Both are very powerful though.

Sometimes on very blue days when the cumulous clouds are floating freely in the air, I will go out into the lawn and lie in the green grass or the white snow. As I gaze into the sky, my imagination creates images-much like other children- and they begin to move, spelling out great epics of dragons flying or of mice chewing. 

One particular moment that is memorable was on a cool spring day with a slight wind rustling the tree branches and sweeping the blades of grass across my neck. As I gazed patiently for the clouds to take form, I viewed the birds flying through them and thought to myself, "what if clouds were made of rocks? Would the birds die without knowing what they hit?" or "what if they are taken into a time-warp and end up in a strange land with unknown birds?" Then I realized that if this were true, I would either be dead or in another land as I have flown in many airplanes. 

Suddenly, the clouds formed a large dragon that was clasping an Arabic lamp. He rubbed it, and it turned into a slashing centaur that instantly dissolved as the rain came crashing down, chilling me to the bone.