O, To Be a Cloud

O, to be a cloud and wander the skies untethered, freer than any bird, as free as the wild winds, changing shape endlessly, effortlessly, easing from a stallion to a lion to a bear in the minds of open-eyed children who love the clouds and love to watch the clouds as they dance the sky.... Children and clouds, clouds and children-- a love affair that ends as childhood ends and the once children, now grown-ups can no longer see a living menagerie way, way up high where only the purest hearts may go.