Tasty Day

I reach up and pluck a cloud out of the beautiful summer sky. I decide it tastes sweet as I ponder the taste with my tongue. I taste the rain and decide it tastes sour, but a good sour. I smell the sky and decide it smells of warm love. I see the rocky slopes of the mountains and decide they look like they are in pain. I feel sympathy. I touch the grass and soil and decide they are too perfect together. I leave it all alone and go to sleep in order to ponder the things I experienced.