As I lie in the sweet green grass, gazing at the world, I see a stretch of brilliant blue, across which sail ships of all the world.
First come yachts, with their huge white sails filled with the salt breeze, on and on they sail, till they drift out of sight below the horizon. Next comes a huge ship of war, moving majestically among the smaller craft all about it. Then, as I watch, come ships of all shapes and all sizes: Chinese junks, small canoes, even rafts reminding me of the "Kon-Tiki." They come into my gaze, and all sail past.
Why? The ships are clouds, sailing in the blue of the heavens.