This is a piece I had written some time ago. It was an idea the kept revolving in my head and finally I put it down on paper. One question remains unanswered. Should I make it longer? Please let me know what you think.
(Inspired by a dream from Breeze)
Tiny cloud was small and thin.
At first he didn’t notice how small he was. He dived and soared. When he tired of this he stopped and looked around him.
High above him large clouds rolled in an elegant and smooth fashion. They flowed through the sky.
He wished he could dance like they could.
A cloud ducked low over the earth and sat on a mountain. He must be tired, Tiny cloud thought.
Then as tiny cloud watched the giant cloud hugged the mountain.
He felt sad.
“I want to learn to hug.” He sang as he whizzed past his bigger friends.
“Slow down, enjoy” they whispered. “It will happen when it happens.”
But he was gone. “I want to be big and great” he sang.
Birds didn’t notice him or hear him. He was moving too fast.
He dived around the…
View original post 141 more words