I’m sitting under a great weeping willow

Watching the clouds pass in the sky

The grass underneath me is like a pillow

And all I dream of is flying high

I feel myself drifting

Like the fluffy white clouds

Then I start lifting

The world below me is nothing but a shroud

Suddenly I am up with the clouds

I see a dog starting to chase -

The huge white round of clouds

And then I am awoken by a dog lick to the face