I Wish I Was a Fluffy Cloud

I wish I was a fluffy cloud, Puffy, white, glittering, glorious, majestic, perfectly safe, appreciated, loved. A fluffy, white cumulous, floating around without a concern in the world, Floating past meadows, forests, mountains, floating over oceans, smelling the salt. I would not have a care in the world, because I would be of the world. I would float around silently, in peace, oblivious to the mean things that happen in houses, Carefree, joyful, exuberant, respected, well-loved, admired, painted and photographed. Children could lie on blankets, and marvel at my pretty lightness, my slow, methodical movements. Teenagers could shut their eyes under my watch, knowing there is goodness somewhere. Grandparents could look up and smile at me as they play outside games with their grandchildren. It would be such a terrific ending to a great life. I wish I was a fluffy cloud.