I look up in the sky,
White fluff moves slowly by.
When I stare hard enough,
I know its weird - go on, laugh.
But I feel like I'm light and moving,
And there's no way in proving.
I look again and imagine,
And imagine and imagine.
My mind starts to wonder.
And also to wander.
I wonder what clouds taste like,
Water vapour to dislike.
More like cotton candy,
Tasting nice and dandy.
I imagine jumping on the stuff,
Eating slowly fluff by fluff.
But I can't reach that high,
And I wish that I could fly.
The impossible happens then,
And the impossible is when,
From my shoulder blades sprouts wings,
Fragile, delicate, lovely things.
They spread out behind me,
And I feel forever free.
I flap them,
I fold them,
Try them out for the first time.
I look to the sky, shiny as a dime.
I take a breath deep,
And a brave leap.
I struggle first and almost fall,
It was definitely a close call.
But I managed to untangle,
And fly first at an awkward angle.
After that I twist and turn,
And the sun's rays make my eyes burn.
Soon I'm flying to the crowds
Of the ever fluffy clouds.