Look at all the clouds I see,
comfy little beds to me.
So fluffy and soft,
more so than this moss.
Up, Up, I will fly so high,
crumpling up those clouds just right.
Then, I will snuggle down you see,
perhaps a chance to dream,
of you, me, and baby three.
Alesia Leach
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-150/
