Come Fairies, take meout of this dull world,for I would ride withyou upon the wind and dance upon themountainslike a flame! -William B. Yeats-
A child is like a butterfly in the wind. Some can fly higher than others But each one flies the best it can. Why compare one to another? Each one is different. Each one is special. Each one is beautiful.
I rode a rainbow unicorn.We sailed across the sky.(I’d fed him lots of Skittles,since they always make him fly.) We took off like a cometon a long and graceful flight.And everywhere the people stoppedand marveled at the sight. His path …