Cloud: My Vision

One day I asked the clouds to dance

And one replied, “Okay.”

It gave a hand of soft white rain

And lifted me away.

We spun and twirled together

To the songs of wind and sun.

Our only rhythm: happiness,

Our only purpose: fun.

I danced next with a hurricane,

A cloud made of the sea.

Throughout the dance, it’s center part

Had eyes only for me.

I danced among the lightning bolts,

With stars and endless dark,

Then I threw up the mushrooms

That I found in Central Park.

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