Looking up!

The sky is filled with fluffy white clouds, making me notice the very tops of the trees.  Beautiful.  And in this age of daily awfulness in the world, this is my wish for those coming along:

“I wish to you sunshine, my dear one, my dear one. And treetops for you to soar past. I wish to you innocence, my child, my child. I pray you don't grow up too fast.

Never know pain, my dear one, my dear one. Nor hunger nor fear nor sorrow. Never know war, my child, my child. Remember your hope for tomorrow.”
― Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, Hawksong