'Cloud Surfing' Poem by Mary Neal

I'm cloud surfing with the best of them today. Any other day I would be just staring at them. I'm so high amongst the clouds, that I feel like raising my hands to high five God. As, I scan through the white, I see green below. We all know what lies within the green, a speck of beige here and there. It's fun to cloud surf with the best, but life is meant to live in the green before I am able to pass through the white. So, before I leave from among the white, I'll have to say one more thing to God. Thanks for letting me Cloud Surf with the best today!