(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 earth, wishing and hoping.
“I want to be big and great,” he shouted in his tiny voice. No one heard him.
He moved around the sky looking for clues.
He wanted to be bigger. He was busy watching everyone else.
One day he realised he no longer soared and dived. He didn’t feel like playing.
“I like rolling,” he grumbled. “But I feel heavy.”
The cloud began to sink, slowly at first towards the earth. He stopped over a mountain. He saw the stones and earth getting closer.
He wondered if he might swallow the mountain. He stopped grumbling and rolling.
He smiled. “I’m hugging a mountain.” He cried as the rain spilled from him.
Then he was light once more and flew high into the sky to tell the other clouds.
All the time he was singing, “I like hugging.”
Mudpile Wood 