A CLOUD CHOSEN

 I travel along across the sky, floating weightless,

 Down below there is you, recognize I do.

 Feel the wind blow through your hair, I am there,

 Call on me, if ever you need from me anything.

 I rest on my cloud looking down on where I once 

 In your yard watching the birds fly in the sky.

 There are many clouds throughout time, never ending,

 But it's this cloud, a cloud chosen for myself.

 A place to be alone, a place where dreams are real,

 The sun shines upon me, its warmth I feel, I can see

 Myself smile in the light.

 A friend that's true would do for another anything,

 If ever you need I will jump down off my cloud to be.

                                         Keith Garrett

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