Drifting balls of cotton

These shiny white cotton balls that float high up in the sky have a lot to tell

Drifting balls of cotton, shining lustrous white,
glide across the skyline, almost dreamlike


When in gloom they don, a dark coat of grey,
breaking into oceans of tears, when the sun is far away


In mirth and gaiety, the blue canvas is awash,
with streaks of pink and purple, floating,

like strands of candy floss