Swimming, swimming, swimming in clouds,
The soft, plump, snowy white rounds
Of large and small and all different shapes,
The white fluffy cotton balls shaded opaque.

Where the sky meets it’s limit b’tween soil and stars,
Is where I lie in the blue, that’s my path.
And there I follow the orbit’s flow
For gravity doesn’t exist in this zone.

And I row and row in the milky horizon,
Wondering what has been seen with my eyes and
How I came to be up so high.
The heavens so close that I could cry

From the beautiful shine that they lay upon us.
A gleam, a twinkle, each one’s marvellous.
As the moon tucks aways and declares its goodnight
A star beams down with its sun-kissed light.

The sun turns o’er a new day for the world,
Yet still I fly like a majestic bird.
With the wind on my back and my arms out wide
I soar through the clouds without care o’ any kind.

The world is my canvas, I float in the air,
I can do as I please and go anywhere, for
The sky has no limit and is within reach,
Even for those with the smallest of dreams.

Swimming, swimming, swimming in clouds,
The soft, plump, snowy white rounds
Of large and small and all different shapes,
The white fluffy cotton balls shaded––

I awake.