If clouds were cotton candy
And Skittles rained down from the sky
I’d lay on my back and open my mouth
And I’d not bother asking why

If trees bent down to lift me
And tossed me up in the air
I’d laugh as I flew and shut my eyes
And pretend that I had no cares

If flowers could whisper stories
Tales as colorful as themselves
I’d scoot in close and bend my ear
And dream with the fairies and elves