Clouds Are My Bed
I lay my head on gentle cloud,
so charming is this delight.
Warm breezes all around me,
caring me closer into the sky.
As I look down at my pillow,
below me, seeing the green valley
that surrounds the beauty,
of the flowers speaking softly to me.
I lay my tired body down,
as the sun goes to sleep,
I cover my self,
with these cool clouds,
like the sun I
drift off into a
far away land, so
peaceful, so gentle.
wrote 7-23-07
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