'uncle!
the sky is so blue!
O it is so good...'
the nephew exclaimed
in a different beat though...
to his uncle
with whom he came
to a site...
the uncle calls him Forrest...
orphaned he
has been staying with him
since he had been three...
Forrest...he wanted him to be...
'yes... it is blue kid...
like the way it should...
and look...'
he drew his curious round wonderous eyes
to a bird on flight...
up above the build...
free....
her wings stretched wide...
she
was just having a float...
like a boat
in the flow
of the wind...
'up...there...
must be really hard
to be...'
The nephew wondered...
aloud...
'it is hard...
but the bird...
as she
does it every day...
she knows exactly
which wind is what...
how to stretch her wings
and when to fold it up...
how to make her body
take in the flow...
she knows
which air thrust
can take her to Mexico...
and at what angle the upward twirl can she make
so that from Venezuela her wings can take
her godly existence to another world...
she is none but God...'
he...
the uncle...said to his nephew
Forrest whom he wanted to be...
and the build...
the blue sky
and the white cottony clouds-
all seemed part of the theory...
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