Here I Am

Here I am This afternoon On our way outtown I can't stop my sight From the car window The view of green from the trees The view of gold from the dried grass When the sunshine shines through them the view of blue from the calm sky And the view of white from the clouds Imagine the clouds Are those a bunch of marshmallows So full and soft Are they cotton candy So light and curly Imagine myself sleeping on one of them Accompanied with the calm wind blows And when I woke up I could see myself As if I am in the picure Of a great artist With HIs magnificent creations