Above the Clouds...

Once upon a gentle fluff of cloud, where the sun plays peekaboo:

"The sky is wearing its polka dots today," she giggled, as the bubbles floated by.

In dreams, you can borrow stars and dance under them, barefoot and happy.

Wishes are like shooting stars, quick and sparkly.

"If only clouds could sing," he sighed, resting on a pillow of air.

Whisper to the wind and it might just tell you a secret.