The Little Cloud

A canvas bright, where dreams reside. **The Little Cloud**

A sky of blue, a boundless stage, Where puffy stories gently age. The sunbeams dance, a golden hue, Awakening all the world anew.

The sun makes warmth, a gentle kiss, On sleepy trees in morning bliss. And little Cloud, so soft and white, Floats lazily in morning light.

He sees the trees, so tall and green, Their leafy arms, a vibrant scene. He waves hello, a fluffy friend, His journey’s just begun, no end!

The sky is amazing, wide and vast, Adventures waiting, built to last! He puffs and plays, a playful sprite, Transforming shapes in pure delight.

A bunny hops, a dragon roars, Then back to fluff, as time explores. The Sun peeks out, a golden eye, And paints the Cloud against the sky.

But gentle breezes, soft and low, Whisper tales of where to go. He waves goodbye to trees so tall, And answers nature's drifting call.

For clouds must drift, it is their way, Across the sky, they softly sway. A fleeting friend, a dreamy sight, The Little Cloud, in endless flight.