I strolled into a corn field, one beautiful summer's day,
Glorious were their colour, gentle breezes, softly sway.
Lazily I stretched my arms and thought I'd stop a while,
One of those days, when life feels good, a silent little smile.
My head I tilted backwards, to scan the sky so bright,
A perfect blue, touched here and there with fluffy clouds of white.
As I watched these pretty little clouds, slowly rolling by,
T'was if an artist painted them, the canvas was the sky.
One cloud became a poodle, another like a kite,
An image of a persons face, I think I got it right.
One little cloud looked like a bird, flying high above,
Pure white, extremely graceful, just like a turtle dove.
A little cluster came along, like ships upon the sea,
What fun we had together, the sky, the clouds and me.
