"Take flight", I bid the little one farewell. "Spread your wings. Cross the skies, travel the seasons. Explore.
Discover many lands, fly off to greet good and evil. So many guises. A world of surprises, full of creatures, complications, celebrations, all shapes and sizes. Places divided, souls least likely united. Obvious, obscure, colorful, demure. A universe evolving, memory dissolving, spirits revolving.
And in the middle of the east, find the dog who sits alone every eve, looking over mystical, magical, dry, lifeless lands. Listen to stories of once-upon-a-birth but no rivers of life. No more waters, no dams, no wells. Drought was their end. Not the oil, not the books, not the prophets they fought!"