I woke up as a gryphon, to find myself under the shade of an
oak tree. The bright sun shone through like heaven had parted
to bid me good morning. I stetched my great wings to catch the
warmth. My half opened eye gazed upon the endless rolling hills
of green. The shade danced around my warm, curled body. The slivers
of sunlight blanketed me as I basked in calm. I rolled on my
side to observe the perfect day that was layed out before me.
the clouds, like stretched cotton, patched the sky. They flowed
acros the heavens, shading the hills on and off. I looked up
at the tree to observe the dance of leaves, a ballet of green
and gold like one shall never see elswere except for here. Where
the air is like breathing the warm breath of gods and water is
clear like liquid glass. Where I hide, where I stay.