Clouds

As you soar above the world, the soft whisper of the wind outside purrs in your ear as you lay against the window

Your eyes are heavy from the gentle rocking that comes with any gust outside

As you glance out into the white playground that surrounds you

There are no children to be seen

Only the peaks of what could be vanilla cotton candy

So perfectly fluffed it’s like you’re dreaming

And sometimes it’s hard to tell if the perfection of our sky is simply an illusion

or the reality of our rain

Those weightless mountains elegantly painting the blue sky

With small birds dancing in and out of the white layer that seals the sky above from the world below