24 Steamfriends to Christmas - Day 7 - Pink Lily

 For Pink Lily,

thanks for our wonderfull friendship,

You were one of my first Friends here on Steam

and i enjoyed every moment.

Thanks. :-) 

Music Inspiration:

Over the rainbow

Slowly the eyes open. The first rays of sunshine of a new day wet the pupils, which slowly dilate and leave the night behind.

In the distance, the sun rises and lays its light over the nature of life.  A look at the sky that says goodbye to the dawn and makes room for a clear blue.

Occasional birdsong welcomes the new morning.

Slowly stepping over the wood of the old oak, safe and determined, with a goal in mind. Today is the day.

Wings spread, throw the rest of the fatigue towards the day and begin to move faster and faster to rise, leaving the wood behind.

To be carried higher and higher by the wind, to leave the below.

In the distance a flock of birds, binding themselves into a long V, flying south, leaving behind what is coming, flying towards what is achieved.

On the ground, a bear, roaring greets the day on its hind legs, its offspring protected, preserved the protection.

The wings carry on, not getting tired, towards a mountain, majestically raised through the millennia of the earth. The goal in mind, following a dream.

Higher and higher, no matter what, no way too far, no obstacle that can stop.

Accompanying an eagle approaches, flies the way a bit. Time passes faster for two, loneliness passes for two.

Time blows away like dust in the wind, the sun reaches the middle of the day, the blue of the sky gives way to dark clouds. The eagle, flying in its path, bidding farewell with a sharp cry.

The Mountain, much closer than before, much bigger than seen, the eye may not quite believe it but understand.

A drop of water that touches the feathers and announces what is coming. But that was clear, that's why today is the day.

A sharp cry leaves the beak, expresses joy, the dream within reach.

In a short time the soil is soaked in water, freeing from the heat of the last days, liberating it absorbs and stores and enriches itself from it.

Water, sliding down the body, water that paves the way to the dream.

The mountain is almost overcome, the light of the sun shows itself again through the clouds and the beginning of the dream prepares its way.

A color can be seen, is it red or blue, that is not exactly recognizable. Another color, it is green and there, it seems to be yellow, following from other colors so pure.

The heart rejoices, the goal is near, a bridge in the sky is formed, a bridge that fulfills the dream.

The wings carry further and further, higher and higher, closer and closer to the goal, towards the dream.

They carry over the bridge, the colors reflected brilliantly on the feathers, the dream, the goal is fulfilled.

To fly once.

Over the rainbow...