There is lots of wind. Wind and sun shining through the leaves on the trees. I could grow wings if I wanted to, but right now I just want to stand in the wind. This is a place for singing and almost flying. I can fly here and the only reason I don't is because I don't want to. Thank you maple for being the way to this place. Thank you sun for shining and making the leaves so golden-green. Thank you whoever built this roof at just the right angle to stand on. Thank you wind for blowing in a flying way. Thank you world. My sister says the roof could fall in, but I know it won't because if it was going to it would have already. And anyway, I can fly if I want to so it wouldn't matter if it did. One of those little cabbage moths is flying by and I know that its babies will eat the garden but I DON’T CARE because when they grow up they will fly and right now that’s all that matters.