Variety of dreams

Don’t paint the trees

Don’t let me eat too much

I wanted a destination

I wanted a time to call my own

They set me free in the wide field behind the schoolhouse the one across the road when I was young

There were storms to chase back then

I miss my brother’s laugh and his wide eyes

I miss his heart

I miss showing him what is possible

Explaining the types of clouds in the sky

The variety of dreams heaven has to offer