Airborn

If only you could see the top of your cloud,
I'm sure your opinion would alter.
I think you would find it's more than a shroud;
You'd trade in your dirge for a psalter.

It's fluffy and bright,
            Mixed shadows and light,
                          High mountains and canyons so deep.

It's puffy and soft,
            Cathedrals aloft,
                         White pastures for featherweight sheep.

©1993 Bob Mason