The breeze tells me that the time is right
The clear dark skies speckled with thousands of lights
The remaining leaves rustle as the wind starts to blow
Whispers all around chant “Go! Go! Go!”
I close my eyes as I stand up tall
I let myself lean forward – I let myself fall
The wind catches me before I fall down
And gently, it lifts me up from the ground
Higher and higher it allows me to fly
Carrying me up to the edge of the sky
Over the rivers and valleys and hills
Changing my direction upon my will
Faster I soar through raindrops and cloud
Speed is not limited, all is allowed
I’m over the ocean, and then over the land
Carried along by an invisible hand
Onwards and forwards, upwards and faster
Invigorated! Refreshed! I can’t contain my laughter!
Then as quick as it started comes the end of my flight…
Until the next time the breeze tells me the time is right.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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