A Floating Cloud Poem by Georgina Avita Austin Simmons

I wish I could float on a cloud, up way up high...
away from life's troubles cares and strife.
Looking down on creation from way up high...
watching God' creatures both great and small
wondering and reveling at His Majestic awe.
Why are we burdened with a load of care?
Why do we have to please the man of Earth
instead of the God of the air?
Why can't we be like the birds of the air?
who neither reap, sow nor care...
We are tainted, tried and tsted everyday -
by people who have no care.