A small blue ball bounces, ever higher, to reach the sky and stay there.
It sees itself akin -imagine that!- to the endless blue above.
Bit crazy I admit, but also nice. It's hopeful and that is rare.
The sky had thought so too, and sent some wind, right from the wings of a dove.
And as the ball climbed up, on the wind's back, and soared upwards through the air...
I thought I heard the sky, through the wind's voice, whisper: "Welcome back, my love"
