Capybara on clouds

She runs around with no care, jumping up in the sky, gliding through the air. I wonder where we will end up: on or off the clouds? She smells like the lush green grass, flowers, and honeydew.

She sounds like the wind breezing through the air. I watch her sprinting to me with no care of what anybody else thinks. I want to grab her and cuddle her forever. I ask her, what do you want from me? The capybara says, make time to play with me, make time to talk to me.

                 She runs around with no care, jumping up in the sky, gliding through the air.