Upon The Clouds Poem by Fiona Sunny

I wish I was upon the clouds, so high
Crouching over heads (millions below lie)
Shining in the light of the dazzling eye
And sniffing swiftness in heaven's bounds by

I wish I was upon the clouds in the skies
Gliding over fresh canopies and sties
As my ears sense it when the wind dies
My lips feel the tears of cloudy cries

I wish I was upon the clouds, so swift
Above blue dribbles and ripples, so drift
The golden lands - conducive to the farmer's uplift
And above the green pastures and their budding gift

Oh, how I wish I was upon the clouds, above
Far from the snow and the scorching stove
To forever experience God's great love
And fly with the Almighty Bird - the dove.