I'd lay back in the grass,
Look up at the sky,
And dream of days gone past.
Watching the clouds, as they floated by,
Different shapes would catch me eye.
Making them into, whatever I dreamed,
They all took on powers, or so it seemed.
Hours and hours as I lay there,
The blades of grass would nestle my hair,
No cares in the World--Free as a bird,
Listening to, the unspoken words.
I joined those clouds, floating high above the ground,
Free as I pleased, making no sound.
Drifting along, going every which way,
Wishing that I, could stay there all day.
But sooner or later, I must come down,
And plant my feet back, on fertile ground.
