Flying in the air <br />Through childhood fantasies, <br />Making friends with clouds <br />I recall those memories. <br /> <br />These snowy magical things, <br />Floating above us all <br />Who made them? <br />And how do they crawl. <br /> <br />I see them bringing the thunder, <br />I see them bring the rain, <br />They make an amazing sight, <br />Unbelievable frame <br /> <br />Now; I see them face to face <br />Tempted to hug them; an embrace, <br />I wish I could float with them, <br />Perhaps challenge them for a race. <br /> <br />Get them to play, <br />Songs of peace we’ll sing, <br />Hopping from one to another, <br />And on the smallest I’ll swing. <br /> <br />Pity, this experience is not possible; <br />without commercial aid. <br />I wish my body could fly; <br />as my imagination does.<br /><br />Fahim Sayed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-61/
