A Poof, a fluff, a little cloud stuffed;
Fluffed all white, and flying like a kite, all crisp and new;
O how long can you fly, without a care, in the blue;
Standing on the ground, a little frown, the trying, so new;
That I can, I’m not yet a man, can you?
My thoughts all teeter, with the twisting path you fly;
With every turn, I look with concern, and also a sigh;