Cascade

If all the world were indeed a stage
I would trade it for cotton candy clouds
and lying on my back under cherry trees.

The old sky wears a coal-color coat.
I would trade it for a warm blue robe
If all the world were indeed a stage.

I stand silhouetted at the top of barren hill
and look to a peak I have yet to climb.
I would trade it for cotton candy clouds.

I shiver at the unfairness of rain and wind-chill.
wishing for the warmth of love and compassion,
and lying on my back under cherry trees.