The mountains reach up toward the sky.
Clouds drift down and tease the trees, giving them a little taste of what it's like to be free, unattached to the earth.
The generous wind comes and blows away the clouds.
It hugs the trees and reminds them that it isn't so bad.
Later that night, the clouds stare up at the twinkling fire-bursts.
More free than they, so far away.
Being polite, the stars wink at the clouds.
Everything will be alright.
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