A world away, one summer’s day,
I lie down on the grass,
And, with each eye aimed at the sky,
I watch the clouds that pass.

They seem to me to be so free
I just can’t help but smile.
The wind’s that strong, before too long,
They’ve gone a country mile.

Before they do go out of view,
I make out many shapes –
A pair of flies, a girl who sighs
And, there! A bunch of grapes!

And, lying there, I say a prayer
To be allowed to be a cloud.

Photo by Matthew McBrayer on Unsplash

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