I can walk on clouds

I can walk on clouds
I can walk on clouds, catch moonbeams in my hands,
Kiss the morning dew and chase the sun in morning light.

Can you?

I can dream upon a mountain, bathe in its ice-cold streams,
Whistle to the birds and fly upon the wind.

Let us marvel in the night, chase spiders to their graves,
Walk across the sand and count its many grains.

Let us open the door to our imagination, fly from the face of the earth and touch the heavens -
We have much to learn, and many things to see.

Bo Grapenskog