And the red man in the sky made of clouds
opens his mouth to the small tree as if to say something.
The small trees many arms reach out to touch him,
one last embrace.
The red mans mouth slowly dissloves,
the moment is gone.
His magnificent presence fades,
the rainbow sparkles disapearing,
changing the ocean into grey and blue,
and the last trace of pink fizzles out into the grey-blue sky
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