The cloud master
Sitting high on his tower in the sky
The cloud master hard at work
He gazes down towards the earth
Thinking about all of the twinkle eyed dreamers, creators and inventors

Smiling hard, a shimmer in his eye, he readies his cloud cannon and fires
Filling the sky with whisps and shapes

One young man, laying in a field and gazing at the sky, sees the shape of a guitar in the sky  
He goes on to make is own guitars and plays concerts for thousands plus, fulfilling his dream of being a musician. As he is on stage playing his heart out, he thinks back to the day he was laying there and his life had no meaning.

Now he has purpose.
All because of the cloud master, shaping the sky for the twinkle eyed dreamers