The Sky of Wealth

Look up,
What do you see?
Clouds in the shape of buttercup?
Blue so dense like the sea?
I see something else,
A sky so filled with wealth.

I dream of a sky,
Filled with golden mists,
Cotton candy clouds in abundant supply,
Lots of luxuries in an endless list,
All floating,
All for those hoping,
For a better sky.

All that we could ever want,
All there,
Every Michelin star restaurant,
All the pretty dresses a girl wants to wear,
The amount of happy juice in me,
Is overflowing,
If I were to rate my degree,
Of happiness,
It is to the point of mind blowing.

Every desire,
Every need,
That never-ending sky.