I lay down watching the white fluffy clouds flow by
as they create pictures of dancing dogs in the sky above.
The laughter of other children fills the cool air nearby
as they gaze up at the balls of cotton wool,
smiling and giggling at the different shapes
the puffy clouds create.
However, the different creations never last too long
because these calm cotton balls can easily change
into a black thunderous menace
that spreads darkness over the land.
But eventually the gloom will pass
and the soft white sheets will return
to create new designs in the sky above
for the children to laugh once more.