Look at all the fluffy things, high up in the sky. They float and change, they're all so strange, they swoop and dip and glide.
Like a white ball of yarn unraveling,
Or an enormous cozy mitten.
I search for things up high, like an elephant or kitten.
White, white, white, is all I see..so lovely, yet so proud, as it hovers above me....
I'd say it's a cloud! Julia Taratuta, 9