The cloud looked down, it tried to reach out a hand but the wind pushed it away, “Ive got this one” it said.

The flowers looked on, straining their necks in curiosity.
I pulled off one of their heads and handed it to the wind, “thanks for looking out”.

The sun shook, stepped aside to let the moon cover up his disappointment. “Don’t worry, he will grow out of it”, she sang.

In their passing dance, the sea pulled back, baring its pearly whites.

“At least I don’t have ***** in my teeth!”, I screamed to the pervasive night sky.