Originally posted on The Word Wranglers Writing Group 2002

When clouds filled up the valley
And the sky was misty gray,
I climbed the hill as far as I could go.
I saw another hilltop
Like an island, far away,
Across the clouds that covered all below.
I felt I was the captain
Of a mighty sailing ship,
Or the monarch of an island in the sea;
But the fog turned into drizzle,
And the trees began to drip,
So I scurried down to have my toast and tea.