In our hand was candy,
Beneath our head was grass.
Afternoons were busy when,
The clouds would gently pass.
Sometimes they were a sailing ship,
Upon a sea of blue.
Sometimes they were a dragon fierce,
Just floating over you.
Little pups and bunnies played,
With never any care.
And we would see amazing things,
Not really ever there.
Long afternoons of friends and fun,
So simple yet it seems.
Sometimes the clouds reform again,
Inspiring my dreams.
