Cloudy with a chance of my imagination

Thoughts pass by making imaginations
Thinking of my own colorful nation
I stare at the sky,full of amazement
Wondering with contentment

While I sigh
Lifting my head so high
Up there in the sky
Wishing I could fly

Creatures appear
It's shaping like a pear
Jumping so high with my feet
Hoping I could catch it

Making my last goodbye
To my friend the sky
Another cloudy day it was
I will be sleeping with no fuzz