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


 Mike Wise 
 6/28/17

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