Dive into an underwater wonderland.
Lay in a bed of gas and dust.
Before the rain carries out,
Let the wind take you everywhere.
It will teach you a lot of things
Like joy, love, and patience.
I want to live at Cloud 9 someday.
I hope I will be a better person.
But for now my heart rolls
Like the waves of the ocean;
Or the lawn mower cutting grass;
Or the fresh rolled bread in my oven.
Now,
I will list my heart’s desire.
This is to accomplish what is needed to reach cloud 9 first.
One; fix you. Remember you’re doing this for YOU. No one else but YOU.
Two; fix your heart. Good thoughts and good doings always make good pairs and a good heart.
Three; give yourself a break.
Four; start over.
Life is always like this.
Find away? Grab it.
Make a mistake? Fix it.
You ask, when will we reach cloud 9?
I don’t know, but try again.
No one ever knows, but it’s close.
Hear the ocean waves?
Hear the flowing trees?
Hear your heart beating?
Cloud 9 is there. You just have to feel it.
The fresh smell of grass and flowers;
The sound of waves rolling in a seashell;
Let your senses take you there,
The place called Cloud 9.
Poem by Feelings Puree