To Walk On a Cloud
Sitting and watching the clouds roll by
scattered across a bright blue sky
picturing how much fun it would be
to walk on a cloud, flying free
Standing atop that white fluffy mist
drifting through heaven, by the sun kissed
or glowing at night by light of the moon
‘neath a million stars unseen at noon
Running and jumping through billows and folds
discovering all of the secrets it holds
floating along like a visible dream
or a giant lofty mountain of cream
And gold and silver have far less worth
than being so high above the Earth
carelessly cruising along the breeze
higher than even the tallest trees
I see where I live as I look down
within my palm I could fit my town
so big down there, but small from up here
my view from the sky so crystal clear
And there’s my mom outside our house
much smaller than a tiny mouse
she calls for me, and I know why
so I jump from the cloud and down through the sky
And in my yard I gently land
when my mother takes me by the hand
into the dining room where waits
the dinner table and the plates
What do I see to my delight?
My mom’s roast beef, that wonderful sight
and mashed potatoes piled high
that bring my mind back to the sky
Atop those clouds where I did play
so magical and so far away
and if I simply close my eyes
I’m on my cloud above the skies
Copyright © Michael Wise | Year Posted 2018
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