Posted on Apr 30, 2012


Laying on the floor
Looking up at the sky
She watches the
Clouds sail by

Shapes puffy come in
Different sizes and shapes
Looking like cities,
Boats and even apes

A few stragglers
Float on by
She wishes to be
There way up high

To drift away
From this place
Free from constraint
Of the human race

Drifting away, away
These clouds say
Join them
Before it’s too late

Posted in: Poetry