"There, under Morning Bird's song, look, nestled in a common bush, diamonds gather-like dew- in a crown for light sake," said Miss Swallowtail, who knew these diamonds were not something to play with or take, it was something to read, something to know, they were a map to the fearless of heart. For most the web of jewels meant fear and warning of entrapment. But to the few, those with their inner window open a different light spoke. Light was destined to speak to them, for they are the guides to so many who are lost. Miss Swallowtail, was sent on flight, from this light, to help. She whispered this to the boy who had sung to the sky the night before. He had sung with pool filled blue eyes in a great hunger. He cried, "How do I get them all to stop fighting and being mean to one another? There has to be a map!" There on his window sill, he sobbed not understanding the constant fighting in his household between his mother and father, and finally today, on the playground at school, the bully who teased and taunted him because of the holes in his shoes, he had left his heart feeling so bruised. When this happened he went to the sky, he went to unconditional color and acceptance. Then the young boy's heart began to beat slowly and a warming glow blanketed him on the inside. He whispered, "I know you. I know you will help me." ""
"There, under Morning Bird's song, look, nestled in a common bush, diamonds gather-like dew- in a crown for light sake," said Miss Swallowtail, who knew these diamonds were not something to play with or take, it was something to read, something to know, they were a map to the fearless of heart. For most the web of jewels meant fear and warning of entrapment. But to the few, those with their inner window open a different light spoke. Light was destined to speak to them, for they are the guides to so many who are lost. Miss Swallowtail, was sent on flight, from this light, to help.
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There on his window sill, he sobbed not understanding the constant fighting in his household between his mother and father, and finally today, on the playground at school, the bully who teased and taunted him because of the holes in his shoes, he had left his heart feeling so bruised. When this happened he went to the sky, he went to unconditional color and acceptance. Then the young boy's heart began to beat slowly and a warming glow blanketed him on the inside.
He whispered,
"I know you. I know you will help me."
""