as I lightly tread through fields of white.
Silver clouds blanket the sky,
they keep Earth warm in mid July.
I take a breath and take to flight,
and my soul reaches great heights.
I twist and turn and dance in the light,
borrowed from its source so bright.
I walk the clouds and soar like a bird,
and experience life in a way unheard.
I speed of to the face of the moon,
but don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.