December 11, 2009
The clouds are grey
In the fields I lay
Looking into the sky
Wanting to fly
On the clouds I rest my head
In the sky I tread
Staying afloat over the ground
Looking at all everyone around
The trees have begun to turn
As my stomach begins to churn
UP so high I feel in a daze
As I continually raise
The sky is my home and the clouds are my bed
In the heat my skin begins to shed
Let the world go
Feel good from head – toe.
I cant explain how it feels to be so high
As I keep going up it gets more and more dry
Below small children playing a game
Very active while im so tame
Letting time continue to past
My dreams are all that last.

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SDBalla531 said...
Jan. 5, 2010 at 7:07 am
You may have seen this poem somewhere before and that is becasue i forgot my password and reposted it under a different name... I hope you are able to enjoy it even if it isnt your first time reading it.
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