• The girl came to that swing every day,


    She would swing, and often softly say,


    "I wish to be a cloud, and gently float with great ease,


    I do not wish to be a tree, and dance upon the breeze,


    Nor do I wish to be a flower, soaking up the warm sun,


    Not even a small child, having all the fun.


    I simply wish to be a cloud, and drift way up high,


    Where my fears and problems all quickly pass me by.


    I wish to kiss the sun, and have birds' wings caress my face,


    I wish to touch the sky, and feel the wind's cool embrace.


    No strings attached, just completely free,


    Yes, someday, that will surely be me."


    One day the girl wished with all her might,


    And before she knew it, she was in mid-flight.


    The chains were gone, and she was up high,


    Peacefully letting the world pass her by.