Imagination and the Sky

I lay in the grass
the dew feels wet against my skin
I look at the sky and let my imagination take control.

the wind blows as I stare at the clouds
that ones a bird that ones a cat.

My imagination runs free through the field,
as i stare at the baby blue sky.

the baby blue morphs into a nice coral
as the sun sets the moon rises
and the night begins.


-R.W