The branches were bending forward at the top of the tree. Sam couldn’t reach them, she tried to but she needed to stretch her arms wide open until she could see the sky. Clouds of white were floating by and the inner blue was almost transparent. She stood there beneath the tree, picking from a leaf and choosing the colors randomly just like a painter preparing his work. Clouds were no longer white, she gave them a touch of green, a dark green with brown spots, then she did the same with a red leaf and turned the sky into night. A butterfly stood by a flower watching her, Sam looked down and realized that she was no longer on the ground. She opened her arms, took a deep breath, touched a sparkling star and started flying leaving all her problems behind, and the butterfly never saw her again.
Written by: PopCloud