To Be a Cloud

I wish I was a cloud because

when I’d cry, everyone would know.

If I was a cloud, I’d roam the world

and visit forests with gentle snow in my eyes.

If I was a cloud, I’d jump here and there

and make wind gusts fly.

If I was a cloud, I’d laugh and cry in floods of rain

when I mess up someone’s hair.

 

2003/04