Skating on the Navy Skies.

I'm skating on the navy skies,

Leaping gracefully from one cloud to the next.

I land gently on each cloud,

Sort of like landing on the softest, puffiest, mattress,

That's filled with the finest, and bounciest feathers.

I lie on one cloud and etch a little hole to see the city lights below.

I'm so far up, I can't hear the usual city noise,

The barking dogs, hooting cars, noisy people on the alley...

Sigh...sleeping on a cloud...

I can do this every day.

I roll on my back and what do I see?

One star, two stars, three twinkling stars,

There goes a shooting star and another one...

Wait, that there is not a star.

It's an aeroplane.

I see the perfect cloud,

I think, this is it.

Fuzzy wuzzy, the type you want to snuggle in,

It rocks and cuddles you to sleep.

I think I'll take a final leap.

And I'm off.