O tiny little puffs of air floating all around
You suddenly are here and there and do not make a sound.
I wonder where you come from and where are you going?
You seem to wander all about without a care of knowing.
"We come from grandmother cottonwood tree" whispered their reply
"We do not tarry very long, our breath is like a sigh"
Then whoops! one landed on my nose and gave a little itch
But you just merrily flew away laughing in a stitch!
And then another came drifting by and softly kissed my cheek
Just like a gentle lullaby you send me off to sleep.
To dream of white and fluffy clouds that look a lot like you
I'll see you there in summer dreams
In soft skies of blue.
written by Christine Summerfield/June 2016