If I could sit upon a cloud,
and drift beyond the rolling sea;
(I doubt I would be so allowed)
but one can always hope, can't we?
I'd stretch up high and touch the sky,
I'd peer and peep at earth below;
I'd gaze at eagles, how they fly,
I'd nod and wave and say 'Hello! '
Cross legged I'd sit and hold high court,
with soaring hawks and fleetwinged kites;
Pleased to be their Queen consort,
to rule from heavens hallowed heights.
Then finally, I'll say 'Goodbye',
and drift back down to earth and sigh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem