Contest: When the blue world was only endless sky, and all our tiny hearts were wings. I want imagination. Childlike wonder. Something that reminds me what a big beautiful world is ours.
The prompt is the title, but interpret it however you wish:
"When the blue world was only endless sky, and all our tiny hearts were wings."
No restrictions, but it needs to be at least five stanzas to be considered. If an entry is boring, or unimaginative to me, I may remove it at my discretion. I love careful use of color; story and metaphor tied together; philosophical observation... Thrill me!
Picture: Durdle Door Sunset, Newlands, England 2 Peter 3:13; John 5:28, 28