the sky is blue - the clouds roll outward, exhaling and inhaling along with the wings of angels. the sky maintains its silence and she whispers "can you hear her sky?"
in all its aloofness and stoicism the sky is silent and she whispers again "are you listening?"
she sees the souls residing in the clouds as they breathe their knowledge into the air. the sky's breath calls to her coaxing her toward it beckoning her onward. her mission is ceaseless, but the sky, the air, the water, the clouds, they tell her there is more - they tell her there is so much more.
she goes on, ever buzzing through the tumult of the unknown. she rises and she falls, but moving forward forever; away from the sleep of a winter forgotten.
...she speaks to the sky
