Something

                                                  white was in the sky

           Like a                        marshmallow but million             miles high

   As the breeze kept           breezing, the shape of it         kept    changing

Maybe left, maybe right, it opened its eyes very wide but still had no choice

  Finally it decided to close its eyes and follow where its heart wanted to go

   It has been blew to the land and torn by the storm Again and       again

      It became rain                    and poured on the                     stone