Touch a Cloud
By Chris Mack (blinkin@grovecity.com)

        

                It is a dream seemingly old as time
                The desire of man to touch a cloud
                To brush the tops of mountains
                And soar through valleys wide
                It is a love that courses
                Through ones veins
                It is a passion for the sky
                Be ever mindful of the plateau
                To which you ascertain
                Never heed the doubts of your peers
                Be governed only
                By your strengths and fears
                And always remember
                As you brave the storm
                And take to wing
                You have become one with the sky
               

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