High above the sleepy town, a family of fluffy clouds drifted lazily across the sky. Fluffy, the mother cloud, had a special secret. She loved to watch the twinkling stars peek out from behind the dark mountains.
Little Cloud, her fluffy son, was full of curiosity. He longed to know what the stars whispered to one another. He wanted to see the world below, hidden by the dark night.
Fluffy gently guided her son.
‘My dear,’ she said, ‘every cloud, even the smallest, has a role to play. Every star, too, has a unique shine.’
Little Cloud watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. He looked down at the sleeping town, where houses glowed warmly. He saw friendly faces peering out from windows.
Fluffy gently touched Little Cloud. ‘See, my love? Your role is to bring comfort to the earth with your beauty, even as you drift.’
As the last light faded, Little Cloud felt a quiet peace. He understood. His softness could comfort others in the dark.
He noticed that even the darkest clouds had a special beauty – a rich, deep grey. They looked like soft blankets against the vast black canvas of the night sky. They were there to protect and watch over the land.
That night, as Little Cloud drifted gently through the stars, he knew that even the smallest things in life can hold great importance. Watching over the sleeping world brought him joy. He felt happy about his place in the world.
The twinkling stars seemed to smile down at him. Little Cloud learned that even the quietest of tasks can be amazing, and beautiful things need appreciation. After all, who doesn't love a beautiful cloud?
And as he drifted even closer to the stars, he dreamt of the fluffy white clouds and the beauty they brought to the world.