... Something I haven't done for a while.

There once was a worm
This worm had dreams of the sky
The sky would rush down and embrace it tightly
So great was the sky that when the worm felt that embrace it felt no fear
But as sure as the dream, would come the waking
And the worm would feel the earth again; surrounding, gripping, trapping
The worm would fear.

The worm would seek frantically, always looking for the sky
But the worm did not know what the sky looked like when it was awake
Only when sleep came, and the dreams returned could the worm know the sky
The sky that embraced the worm so tightly yet allowed the worm to feel so free
And so far from the darkness of the earth
Far from the fear.

The worm sought the sky all the days of its life never being sure it was ever really there
The worm died never seeing the sky
But the sky is still there
The sky never leaves
But awaits those who in dreams wish for freedom, so that it might embrace them again.