Tall Fluffy White Clouds

I see tall fluffy white clouds in the distance, the sun illuminating them from behind. Their silver, no, gold lining causes them to look solid enough to grab. I feel the sudden urge to jump and catch one. To put one in a jar and keep it forever. These clouds hold more beauty than pearls or diamonds. Fluffier than the fluffiest teddy bear. More pure than angel tears. I try to capture their beauty in pictures. They turn out nothing like the magnificent works out art. The wind up high is slowly, slowly, slowly blowing the clouds away. Flattening out the puffs that have captured my heart and soul. I grab my sketch pad and draw. And draw. And draw. All of my hard work disappoints me. The round natural puffs of the clouds look jagged and square in my sketch. I look at it in disgust and close my sketch pad. I turn my attention to the last remaining bits of the tall, fluffy, white, clouds in the distance.