If I were a cloud, I would drift freely across the endless skies, untethered by the limitations of the earth. My days would begin with the soft hues of dawn, catching the first rays of sunlight and reflecting their golden warmth to the world below. Floating above mountains and oceans, I would be a silent observer of nature’s wonders and humanity’s struggles.
As a cloud, I would have the power to nourish life—carrying water to thirsty lands and replenishing rivers and streams. I could join other clouds to form grand storms that cleanse the air or scatter into wisps, painting the sky with delicate patterns. On quiet days, I might cast a comforting shadow over a weary traveler or provide a canvas for a child’s imagination.
If I were a cloud, I would embrace the beauty of change. Some days, I might be dark and stormy, releasing rain to wash away sorrows. Other days, I would be light and fluffy, a symbol of peace and serenity. Though my life would be fleeting, I would find purpose in every moment, knowing that even the smallest cloud can leave a lasting impact.
In my ephemeral journey, I would remind the world of the simple beauty in transformation and the fleeting nature of existence.