Clouds

Cotton balls of beauty, morphed into creatures by your imagination

Laying in the grass looking up at the magical formations floating above

Watching them change from white to varrying shades of gray and black when a storm arrives

They can be delicate and beautiful, then instantaneously transform into gloomy and frightening

I wish I could touch the cottoncandy like structures and feel the delicate formations between my fingers

But I know that dream is unattainable as it would feel like nothing

And I have enough nullity of my own...