I’m a white cotton ball in a bright blue setting
I can see everything below and more
I see the world
A feathery flock of flying birds soar freely all around me
I’m being pushed around by a bossy wind, going wherever it wants to go
I wish I could fly as free as the birds that caw, tweet, and twitter
I’m filled with a great sorrow
The sky grows dark
I cannot explore the world below
To see
To hear
To touch
I cry
