Above

Oh how I wish
I could dwell in the sky
natural as water to a fish;
I could spy everything with my little eye.

I imagine resting on a cloud
on a soft, white cotton ball.
Feeling peaceful; feeling proud
and relieved to be away from it all.

It might get lonely, so I'd bring a friend.
we'd hop from cloud to billowy cloud
never caring to descend
living pure joy out loud.

As much as I wish it to be granted
as impractical as it seems.
I can hope, but it can't.
After all, it is just a dream.