A juvenile plant thinks it grows pairs of wings and perceives that it can fly. Since it can fly, it wants to show off and flaps without letup when I am climbing uphill, while wind is blowing.
It dreams not to have a jungle as the boundary, as stories of sea are always whispered in the nosy wind, if it can fly.
It continues to flap hard when I am on my way to descent, as the serene and beautiufl sea at night is its destination.
It has a dream, and an illusion. It believes it can fly.
And it is linked to Your Sunday Best.