The fluffy strands of flowing clouds
attract me to the skies above.
I want to bounce up on these mounds
of water cotton weaved with love,

by nature's gentle weary hands,
curbing the mighty flaming ball,
to give some rest for sunburnt lands
and bring the plants' lifeblood: rainfall.

One day my breath will leave to see
the hills of white I so adore,
up there, it won't be only me,
but everyone I loved before.