The Earth is green
And covered in dirt,
With bugs that bite
And rocks that hurt.
The Water is cold
Or scalding hot,
Full of sharks
And we drown a lot..
The next place I could think,
Where its safest and clean,
Is in the bright blue
Covered with a white sheet.
The sky is where the birds fly,
The wind blows and the sun shines,
Where there were warm currents,
And cold breezes.
The dirt won't follow you there,
Nor the sharks or ants.
The sky is the one place
Where the free dance.
Among the clouds,
Far away,
Flying free
Id love to stay.
It won't be long,
Til my feet touch ground,
To the dreaded Earth,
Im always bound.
I cannot stay
In the bright blue sky,
Because I was never meant to fly.
Someday, though,
I will stay
Flying among those clouds,
Every day.
