DANCING SUN

Born under the sign of air
My dreams always seem to take me to the sky
It's a screen you canst get anywhere else
The different colors
The puffy funny shape clouds
The birds as they soar
Everything plays
I forget I'm on the ground, or did I just levitate
So fascinatingly you can look at the Sun for just a moment.
God's ball I call it
It shrinks small and it appears as if it's doing tricks
twirling as if it's sitting on a finger you can't see
Would I be ready to catch it?
If it was thrown to me