Climbing the Cumulous Mountains

Oh how I’d like to walk upon

the clouds way up in the sky

I don’t think it’s been done before

But still I would like to try

Getting there is the easy part

I can arrive without a care

Just close my eyes and make a wish

No need to pay a fare

Ah the sights my eyes will behold

As I take in that magical place

Clouds in the shape of castles and horses

One looks like an old woman’s face

I can climb on the back of a galloping horse

Ride along with the jet stream herd

Cities and farms will pass below

Little more than a colorful blur

I can climb the cumulous mountains

I can touch moon and stars from the top

I can bathe in the gathering foggy mist

Soon to be earth-borne raindrops

Ah the fanciful freedom of floating

Seductive although it may be

Still can’t compare

with this place I call home

As I sit on this scaly branch

High up in the sycamore tree