Laying in the grass looking at the clouds..
Making pictures as they pass thru..
Puppy dogs.. teddy bears.. so many pictures to be made.. .
Sometimes wondering if others see them as I..
A way to escape and see the beauty above me..
Laying there for what felt like hours to make the pictures from my head..
Never knowing what i may find up there..
Sometimes just counting the clouds as the y slowly go by..
The imagination in a innocent time..
Houses.. toys.. all just passing by..
Knowing that each day will bring new pictures to the imagination..
Always ready to know what they might be..
Something so simple can bring so much joy..
A smile and a peaceful sigh..
Knowing that each time will be anew..
Never having to wonder what it will be..
Because the innocents of a child does not question these things..
Laying in the grass looking at the clouds..