his voice is surrounding me now and i take a breath in surprise- for the future is in the sky 's voice , a future he rarely speaks of , because it has been so dark lately- but here it is as bright as the falling flakes of ice- a future where the clearing keeps its word and stays within its borders and where the body of the land that surrounds us now on this hilltop can live unbothered by war- but one where the clearing can learn to speak the voice of the land , too , one where understanding is not only possible , but desired- a future where i work by the sky 's side , learning what it is to be a leader- a future where he guides and teaches me- a future of sunlight and rest- a future with no more death- the sky 's hand squeezes my shoulder ever so slightly .