The Cloud-Chaser

The shady branch does not give up
The height of which she yearns
So wings of freedom, flying high
Are what her spirit yearns.
She opens wide her youthful arms
And looks up to the sky
And takes a leap of utmost faith
To friends that float quite high.

The clouds, the clouds! Her best-of-friends,
They bring her up to dance.
And show her dreams, and fancies too,
That Terra never sends.
Throughout the day, they skip and play,
And have great, joyous fun.
And spend the evening having tea
With dear, sweet Misses Sun.

The night might bring a close to that,
For which she’d not have end,
For in that day, that wondrous day,
She found her best-of-friends.
With sleepy eyes, she says goodbye
And goes home with a smile,
And dreams a little longer still:
She’ll wake within a while.