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