Into Heaven

A little girl searched the water
For reflections her own
All she saw were mindless ripples
Out of proportion blown.
She knew she wasn't them
She looked and looked in hope
Who was that in the distance
That cried all alone?
She looked up to see herself
Helpless and weeping
She went over to herself
For comfort and soothing.
A bird flew from up above
She looked, she smiled
But, who was it who saw the bird
The weeper, the soother, or the mind?

The ripples now shone
In the moonlight
Into heaven
She stepped her first flight.

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