Potential

I went across an ocean once; walking on the waves. I made it to the other side and found it very strange. The people couldn't fly, the grass was always green, and no matter how hard they tried not one could walk on streams. I told them that only clouds would sink beneath the waves And yet they still don't believe! I shake my head in shame. How can they live like this? Without thought for flight? How can they share a dream? How wasted is their night? I sat down and began to cry. A pitiful state, this world. And then a soft hand touched my face, my head turned to stare. For up there in the trees, a child flew like a bird. My heart jumped and she smiled, her life changed for good.