Clouds feel like plush against my fingertips
Rumbles of a plane make my stomach hop
Laughs and chuckles on buses make a smile appear
Screams of excitement and maybe fear
Oh how the joy of little things
So many little things
Could make a little person like me
Turn fear of loss to love of loss
Feeling the clouds
Makes all of me
Forget of Worry fear
How about you
Do the clouds speak?
