The sky was my canvas,
the color so blue.
My wings were my brush,
my inspiration was you.
But I have a question. What does flying have to do with cancer? I think I get it though a little. The person flying was the guardian angel of the one taken by cancer. And when that person died she had to learn how to fly all over again. That's how I see it. Its beautiful how you created the picture of someone flying. The sky a canvas. The wings the brushes. I wish I could make something so inspirational.
