It was a lovely day. As I was lying on Mother Nature's flowery mattress, nostalgia's hands gently covered my eyes, making my whole body swamp with smiles, words, looks, perfumes reminding me of people I had met, people I had loved, places I had cherished.
Here I was again climbing and hiding in this cherry tree, trying to reach the top of it in order to steal a cloud from God.
A smile took shape on my lips as I remembered how those lazy
butterflies woke up and started to waltz carried by the melody no one else but I could hear. I remembered how the sun rose in my eyes as I started to smell the indescribable fragrance of love clinging to my soul. But as I stopped snuggling up against my daydream, the sky
started to pour its tiny crystal balls blessing every blade of grass and every flower. I could see children trying to drink firmament's tears, their parents asking them to shelter under their umbrellas.
What a warm feeling I had when realizing that the sky would soon look like a work of art as it awakens a rainbow. The daylight would finally let its curtain down. The sorrow keeper would come on stage and light up the moon, the stars, our eyes.