Out on an island there settled a mist
One morning before the sun rose
A cloud found a place and laid on the beach
To relax and stretch out her toes

She yawned and sprinkled the sand underneath
Sprawling and wetting her bed
An old hermit crab was upset by this
He grumpily looked up and said,

“Why have you woken me up at this hour?
Don’t you see? I need my sleep!”
The cloud rolled around and softly replied,
“I guess you weren’t buried so deep!”

She steadied herself against the green hill
A billowing, boisterous mass
She met a dear friend ushered in by the swell,
A gust blowing bits of her past

“It’s going to be a beautiful day!”
He bellowed as he flew higher
“I wish I could stay awake longer to see it!
But as you tell, I’m quite tired.”

Once she was settled she looked back at sea
The sun of the morning grew bright
And sure as she slumbered, the mist disappeared
Her worries dissolved into light