I sit on the cloudtops

And look down at the world

At that tiny little sphere

Where I hope to make a stir

Swaying trees beckon to me

The hushed wind calls my name

I siddle off my comfort place

And head for the sea

The waves tickle my toes

My feet burrow in the sand

I listen for gentle whispers

Calling me to take a stand

I pretend to be someone

I wish to be known

Acknowledged by passerby

Thanked for my work

But for now, I remain

At the beach with the waves

A bundle of wishes and dreams

Hoping to be unbound