I soared above the clouds
and I felt infinite
I could reach out and
touch them
feel them
befriend them
I jumped from cloud to cloud
they were so soft
so supple
so warm and inviting
I took a nap
resting in those clouds
cushioned in those fluffy mastodons
right under the sun
the warm sun
the kind sun
which said hello to me
and smiled
I was so high above
the trembling earth
that when I looked down
the people were invisible
and I was invincible
the seas and lakes and rivers
were puddles and water droplets
the mountains
were small speed bumps
and the entirety of Earth
seemed so small
in comparison to me
my problems and worries and troubles
were forgotten
because I was up here
and they were down there
yet
for a moment
I lost faith in the great sky
and I began to sink
swallowed whole
fear
in the form of
white cottony beasts
enveloped me
the sun looked down at me
and it felt helpless
so it just waved goodbye
but the moon
rose up among the clouds
and caught me as I fell
it's silver hands
held me tight
promising they wouldn't let go
it gave me wings
light and feathery
carved from a sliver of it's own
soft, soft heart
and I flew above the clouds
I could touch the stars
right below my moon
again
Here's that happy poem you wanted. ;)
And before anyone asks, yes, it's a metaphor.
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