And on it, twisting in the breeze, he left this note attached:
‘Imagination is a gift,’ it read...‘cherish it everyday...
By combining heart and soul and mind...it helps us find a way...
To soar with the birds high in the sky...swim with the fishes in the sea...
Ride a fire-breathing dragon...or have a conversation with a tree...’
I think of him quite often...when I dream of snow gently falling in June
And I imagine he is smiling...as I climb my ladder to the moon.
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