Lie in the grass

Look up to the sky

Each cloud a shape

You wish you could fly

Live among those heavenly creatures

Of many shapes and sizes

All fluffy, white,

AND cloudlike

Each cloud unlike any before

Peace and love,

And no fighting or war

Just disappearing

After a day

But with no sadness

Or any pain

They say

When you die

You go up in the sky

Like a cloud

After it rains