Wanderers
Sometimes
They look fluffy
As is often the case
When they are happy
They roll around
Like cotton balls
Change their forms
And enthralls
Their color
White as paper
Their weight
Light as a feather
Their texture
So wispy
They stay afloat
So indefinitely
Their nature
Offers to unwind
Troubled souls
Looking to clear the mind
Just don’t
Make them angry
As they can turn
Very ugly
For they can change
Light into darkness
And drown you
With distress
-AAS
Aidenn's Journey 