My imagination

It is a morning with loves of clouds in the sky 

Pretending to play hind and seek with the sun and the sky 

Birds are charping ,flowers blooming with butterflies 

And I feel happeir then ever I 

I was blooming and floting into the sky 

With my imagination and I 

Suddenly a voice came and I was struck down 

Like I am falling on to the ground 

It was my mother and I was called

And I had to leave my imagination still and at all...