A flock of sheep was above my head, dozing on a velvet quilt so blue
There were plump ones, fluffy ones, podgy ones, and some were ruffled too
They were lazy and sleepy floating above, in a world so happy and true
Some moved so slowly while others snuggled as a lonely zephyr blew
A lost sheep was waiting afar as the flock of sheep wandered off
Blabby Mallards heading home, at the lonely sheep they scoffed
Some wisps of cotton lingered on the quilt, and they looked so very soft
Little by little, they floated away and spread like sweet butter frost
When the sun was setting in the west, the quilt turned into gold
Red and, pink and orange hues, and scarlet shades so bold
The flock of sheep was not to be seen, but a flaming sea unfold
And slowly, the world turned lavender and grey, wrapping me in cold