One overcast day, I got to thinking:
If i lived on a cloud,
I would be without a home most of the time, in sunnier climbs
If I lived over the lands of Britannia & her Isles however, it would not be all that frequent at all,
I would be secure & content to live free & sail my home wherever i pleased,
Though i would likely avoid concentrations of human habitation on such days,
For the shades of my sprawling cloudy foundations, would tend to shimmer & reflect on each of the faces of the folks below!
Alas- the sight of so many (vitamin D-starved) gloomy faces, would do little to brighten up my reverie as I go about my own day!
Were I the selfish sort however, I would not care or dwell over-long on such thoughts however,
For I would be living on the *opposite side* to such arguably worthwhile antagonisms,
And facing a permanent clear blue sky basked in glorious sunlight!
All I’d need to worry about then is:
Acquiring a permanent tan (which, thankfully, I already have!) ;
And, catching the occasional cross-winds off-balance, so as not to fall off the edge!
Heaven forbid the latter, I beg!
For to bask in sun’s majesty at leisure in company, is a memorable holiday;
But, to do so solitarily from vantage of a mobile cloud (I’d imagine) would, be, just, heavenly!