Once upon a time, in a vast blue sky ๐, there was a little round white cloud โ๏ธ.
He loved to play, transforming into a thousand different shapes.
Sometimes he became:
๐ a fluffy sheep,
๐ข a boat ready to cross the oceans,
๐ฆ a giant bird flapping its wings in the wind ๐ฌ๏ธ,
or even ๐ฆ a magical unicorn galloping above the hills.
But despite all these games, the little cloud felt sad ๐.
Every evening, as he watched the stars โจ, he sighed:
โ โThe sun warms the Earth โ๏ธ, the rain makes the flowers grow ๐ธ, the rainbow brings joy ๐โฆ and me? I am nothing. I am just a shape that passes and disappearsโฆโ
He drifted across the sky, his heart heavy ๐.
One morning, as he floated above a small village ๐ก, a little boy looked up ๐ฆ.
His eyes sparkled when he discovered the cloudโs shape:
โ โOh! Mom, look! That cloud looks like a dragon ๐ breathing fire!โ he exclaimed with wonder.
The little cloud gasped ๐ฏ.
โ โMe? A dragon?โ he thought, surprised.
The next day, he shaped himself into a grand castle ๐ฐ with towers and flags.
And once again, the child looked up to the sky, laughing:
โ โMom, look! Itโs a magic castle with knights and princesses ๐ธ๐คด!โ
Each day, the child saw something new:
๐ฆ a dinosaur,
๐ a rocket,
๐ a giant whale,
๐ a big heart in the sky.
And every time, he whispered with joy:
โ โThank you, little cloud, you turn my days into amazing adventures โจ. Thanks to you, every day is a new painting ๐จ in the sky!โ
These words echoed in the cloudโs heart ๐.
At last, he understood something extraordinary:
โ โI am not uselessโฆ I am a painter of the sky! I invent shapes, I offer stories, I draw dreamsโฆ ๐๐จโจโ
Filled with joy, he decided to give himself a mission ๐:
To paint the sky every day, bringing happiness to children, to adults, to anyone who lifted their eyes ๐.
He began to play even more with the wind ๐ฌ๏ธ:
๐ฆ he drew butterflies fluttering above the rooftops,
๐ณ whole forests with hidden animals,
๐ a train of clouds crossing the horizon,
and even ๐ a round Earth to remind humans to protect their home.
The villagers soon began to notice this spectacle ๐.
Every afternoon, young and old came outside ๐ก to watch the sky.
Children laughed ๐คญ, parents smiled ๐, and elders told stories inspired by the cloudโs shapes ๐.
The sky became a living gallery ๐จ.
And at its center, the little cloud shone with happiness โ๏ธ๐ซ.
One evening, as he softly drifted behind the moon ๐, he heard the boyโs voice:
โ โGood night, little painter cloud! Thank you for your drawingsโฆ Youโre my favorite artist ๐.โ
The cloudโs heart swelled with emotion ๐.
For the very first time, he felt important, unique, and loved.
๐ Moral of the story:
Even if we sometimes think we are useless or invisible, each of us has a special gift โจ.
Sometimes, it only takes a look ๐ธ, a smile ๐, or a word ๐ to show us how precious we truly are ๐.
The little cloud had found his mission:
To bring beauty and imagination to the world, simply by changing shapes โ๏ธ๐จ.
And he never forgot that in every dreamer who looked at himโฆ he left a trace of starlight ๐ซ.