FLOAT
Teensy cloud in the sky,
Captivating to my eye,
All the rest is beauteous blue,
What is it with you?
Did you drift away
From momma cloud?
Are you scared to be abroad,
So small in all the vast expanse?
Or are you in a delicious trance,
Dreaming as you drift around,
Way up above the surface ground?
Speak to me, I teensy cloud
Tell me all, tell it out loud,
What are you about?
"Lighten up," you say,
"It really is a perfect day.
Float like me
Upon the sea
Of space. "
Phyllis from Frances' personal collection.