If clouds were heavy

'What if clouds were heavy?'
The little boy said,
As he pulled back his covers,
And sat up in bed.

He looked out the window,
And up to the sky,
At the white fluffy pillows,
Passing right by.

'If clouds were heavy,
They'd land on the ground,
And be shaped like a square,
Rather than round.'

'They wouldn't be cushions,
As cushions are light,
They'd be more like polar bears,
Preparing to fight.'

The little boy took,
Another look at the sky,
And at the clouds,
Passing him by.

'Cloud's won't be heavy'
The little boy said,
And pulled back the covers,
And tucked up in bed.

Mimulous