A beautiful student

I get on with Life as a student. I'm as beautiful as a rose. I like to be above the clouds, swinging and singing in Sundays. I like to contemplate swinging. But when I start to day dream, my mind turns to the wind rushing through my hair, as peaceful as stars at twilight. Oh oh! Sometimes I look at myself and feel the howling wind rushing, rushing like me going to school. I marvel at the clouds. Then it's cold as ice, Mother Nature puts on its disguise.