Once I had a dream. I was walking with my feet above
the ground. I'm dead. I'm flying with the wind. Then I 
heard a voice, "Who are you now?"
  I answered like, "Like any other leaves, after leaving
a tree, fly with the wind!"
  "Then what kind of leaf are you?" as the voice continue 
asking.
  "There's always two kinds of everything," as I danced
under a bright warm morning sunrise. I continue answering
,"I'm one of those fresh leaves."
  The voice ask, "Why?"
  "Because, I left tree at an early time. I never 
experienced hot to  be a tree; have my own roots ang bear
my own fruits," I tried to catch a little white flower,
"I never been... even a single flower."
  The ocean's morning breeze passed, but I never had a 
chance to kiss it. Just because, I'm dead.
  The voice asked me again,"Do you feel that warm breeze?"
  "Wish I can. But I'm dead," fears started to fall.
The voice said,"Don't cry, I'm still here."
  "But where are you?" I asked.
  "Beside you."
  "There's nothing here but horizons."
  "Beneath the horizons is your past. Along this , is 
your future. Hold my hand and I'll take you there," 
the voice stated.
  "How can I have your hand if I can't esee it?"