I lie on my back, look up at the clouds and wish….
I wish I could catch me a cloud and sail back to my yesteryears;
When the grass was green, and laughter tinkled like shining bells;
When the air was sweet as orange juice and there were no tears.
I would catch me a cloud and sail back to days gone by,
To running feet and times that knew no bothering cares,
To playful games in the rain soaked joyful playground,
To times when tears lasted but a second and there were no such things as fears.
I’d catch me a cloud, so I could go to a place where flowers always bloomed,
Where hearts delighted in falling leaves and daily dying sunbeams.
I would catch me a cloud, for I would love to leave this plane of reality,
And go to a land where we were all happy and no one cried…it seemed.