Like balloons of cotton suspended above the ground,
You almost look good to eat.
When you're big and poofy and round,
People like to see the shapes you make.
Like a dark, downy blanket, you hang low,
And water nature all around.
Then we snatch our breath,
When a chance seam in the blanket breaks,
And the golden sunlight lances down in glowing rays,
And chases away the misty haze.
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