Come with me to the clouds.
We can go to the last one,
and you’ll smell fresh air.
We can jump and make it rain.
We can fly in the air
then talk to the birds.
We’ll talk to rain drops.
It will feel relaxing.
You’ll hear the thunder go
boom, boom, boom.
It will make you crazy.
Be careful with the lightning
or you’ll be gone forever.
You will never want to go home.
Tell the red bird if you want to go.
by ShaCari, 3rd grade
[photo by Jennifer Kurtz via flickr]
