By: Ryan Beodeker
The sun is shining down on the lake as I sit resoundingly between the backs of two palm trees. Church bells. I see the chorus of miniature cars race past the toy sized houses across the lake from me. A duck and her ducklings float by, beautiful.
More so yet, if I could write the verse about the quaint quirky girl with the tree on her back that's suppose to be sitting next to me. But alas that verse shall have to be penned down another day.
As the final IV-I, the amen chord rings, a bird flies out and spreads his wings. Free from the palm tree he heads towards the clouds. Soaring, floating over skies reflection all abound. For a brief few seconds he stays in my view; then disappears, completely into the blue.
Skyward blue, skyward blue. How deeply I long to be with you.
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Narration
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8m9aCcuco3U&feature=plcp
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