Clouds
On summer days clouds of white
float across the sky
and nightingales take flight
to sing sweet songs on high
as aflutter comes the butterfly
If I could hitch a ride upon those clouds
As they go sailing by
Ten perhaps I'd be allowed
To float like the butterfly
And watch the birds go by
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