Sometimes I wonder, what it would be like -
to be God sitting on a cloud.
Does He see the earth, like the big blue ball -
with white wisps like space shuttle pics?
Or, can all our activities be seen -
we must look like over grown ants waiting to go swimming.
Now I must muse, how the Holy One gets around -
He must paddle His cloud like a canoe.
Listen... as the wind goes by, you can almost hear -
"Take time to smell the spring air..."
Then, I look around, to see who calls to me -
to enjoy the beauty of nature in the midst of it all.
Only to realize, that is exactly what I've been doing -
and the Great Spirit is also enjoying my same journey in the Heavenly Blue Sea.
to be God sitting on a cloud.
Does He see the earth, like the big blue ball -
with white wisps like space shuttle pics?
Or, can all our activities be seen -
we must look like over grown ants waiting to go swimming.
Now I must muse, how the Holy One gets around -
He must paddle His cloud like a canoe.
Listen... as the wind goes by, you can almost hear -
"Take time to smell the spring air..."
Then, I look around, to see who calls to me -
to enjoy the beauty of nature in the midst of it all.
Only to realize, that is exactly what I've been doing -
and the Great Spirit is also enjoying my same journey in the Heavenly Blue Sea.
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