Fantasy

My Mother wrote this poem in the 1970's.
She wrote it from a child's perspective.

I like to lie upon my bed
And watch the clouds sail overhead.
Oh the joy that it must be
To float along so merrily!

If I were a wee little fairy or elf
I'd fly right up and enjoy myself.
The clouds and I would have such fun;
We'd play hide-and-seek
With old Mr. Sun.

But nighttime would be the best time of all;
I'd pay each little star a courtesy call.
Then scurry homeward and into my bed
To dream of the things the little stars said.