I once saw a little one,
Full of vigour, eager for fun
Dancing in glee, atop a hill
Jumping, seeking his arms to fill
With bundles of white cottony cloud
‘the sky wouldn’t miss its bounty abound!’

Foolish at first appeared his quest
But so catching the spirit and zest
That I found myself beside the dreamer
As keen to gather, be a co-weaver.
Often when in care & worry mired
I have, to be that child aspired
To throw away the burden of rut,
Make a heap of each bolt and nut.
Unsnare a trapped defeated soul
Relinquish claim to any success or goal
To roam the firmament sans care
Revert to that innocence, can you dare?