Above the clouds, way up so high,
Horses made of clouds gallop and rear in the sky,
Is this an optical illusion up there;
Or are they really galloping in the air?
There is a faint half-crescent moon in the sky,
And the sun is sinking--saying goodbye,
It is so beautiful way up in the air;
With those horses made of clouds jumping way up there!
Above the clouds, way up so high,
Horses are galloping and rearing in the sky,
They are so beautiful and mild;
Galloping happily Above The Clouds.

*~Marian~