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Clouds are never-ending pictures for you to use in your mind. They are colors that light the sky. In the darkness of a storm they are black and gray. In the sky of a summer day they are blue and white. In the evening as the sun sets they are colors of orange and hues of red and pink. They are all the colors of all the things you desire. Clouds come from the angels that make them from spun gold, turned white as they pass through the snow above. They are beds on which your ancestors sleep in which to look down on you at rest. Clouds are the pillow on which the angels place their heads when they slumber and the whipped goodness of candies available to all that see. They come from all that wish you the visions of a spring day laid upon us, the spirit of the glass, to play among them ( the clouds ) the game of what is? They are what you want them to be sweet Cassie, for all of Nature is open to you and they await you at every turn. Go and visit the flower in your garden. Hug your friend the tree and lie in your neighbor the grass, looking up at your friends who wait to be whatever you wish. We welcome you into our world. Bring along a friend, the more the merrier.
(Because it’s Cassie I will try to translate for her)
Clouds can be pictures that you make with your mind. They can change whenever you want them to. Clouds can be all different colors. Whenever the weather changes and a storm is coming they might be black and gray. When it is a summer day they could be blue or white and just before the sun goes down at night, sometimes they are orange, red or pink. Clouds can be any color you want them to be.
Clouds come from the angels who make them out of gold they spin. The clouds turn white when they fall through the snow that is waiting for winter.
Clouds are the beds where your Great Grandma and Grandpa sleep and watch over and protect you when you take your nap.
They are the pillows where angels lay there heads when they sleep and sometimes they are made of whipped cream like on your favorite dessert.
They come from every part of Nature and they want to send you a clear sunny day; a day full of clouds in the sky, to look at when you lay in the grass.
Look up in the sky and see the pictures they make in your mind. Play our “Cloud Game” and guess what they are. Our sweet Cassie, the clouds can be anything you want them to be. Nature opens her arms to you and wants you to visit her. Go outside and visit the flowers in your garden. Hug your friend the tree and lay on your friend, the soft green grass. Look up at your special friends, the Clouds, who want to play their “Cloud Game” with you. Cassie, we welcome you to our special “Cloud” world. Bring a friend along with you to play the game… the more the merrier.
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