The Family Tree

Gliding through the air

 with nothing to see 

Clouds so fluffy, so soft 

and cuddly 

But don’t let it fool you 

for you can’t see,

Whoosh! Predators 1, 2 and 3

 I’m only small

too small to see,

 all I want is the family tree

 It’s not far from where

 I can see,

Down at the roots -

they are small, just like me

 Finally I’m here safe and sound,

I'm finally back on my feet