Riding clouds like holding the reigns in a chariot race.
Cloud jumping and you don’t fall through.
Playing hopscotch amongst floating leaves in a swirling river.
Toe-tapping atop a multitude of floating balloons.
The man in the moon smiling down upon you,
his door is open if you ever need to vent,
and when you do decide to vent,
his wife is there to greet you.