The big fluffy cloud
As big as can be
As slender and nice
as a big baby dice
It will move and move
and never attack
When the storm comes
it becomes to feel something
bad will happen
but it never does

As days pass
The cloud becomes sadder
and sadder
It doesn’t know why.

Then one day
it knew
it had no friends

It had tried to make friends
Then one day…

Another lonely cloud floated by
They soon became best friends
They played
They talked
They laughed