Where the clouds do float in their myriad of ways,
and we wonder, what of their destination,
and the reformation of their gentle play,
for upon the Earth where do they sometimes fall and lay,
back up to the sky,
and into the blue and the grey,
aloft in their wilderness,
and with the freedom of their state,
such a grand design,
briefly here, and then so quickly taken away,
and of it perchance were we the same,
would not it be great,
and what wonders could be explained,
because if we could dance around the Earth,
and visit everywhere,
oh, to be free, to dance like a cloud,
so happy I would be,
and so gentle upon the air.
