Puff was a small, round cloud. He floated gently above the fields, looking down at the bright daisies and green grass. The air was cool and still, and everything seemed to wait for something special to begin. Far below, the world was waking up.

Puff wanted to do something important. He watched big, fluffy clouds drift by, making shade for the flowers and the cows. "I wish I could help right now," he whispered, feeling a little small and squiggly inside. He tried puffing himself up, but only managed a tiny, wobbly shape.

Puff watched the wildflowers turning gently in the breeze. He wanted to grow big and make soft rain for them, just like the older clouds. "Why can’t I grow faster?" he wondered. The other clouds drifted quietly, not in a hurry at all.

A gentle, silvery cloud floated closer. The wise cloud smiled at Puff. "Growing takes time," she said softly. "You are just right for today. Sometimes, being gentle and patient is the best kind of help."

Puff tried to be still, letting the wind carry him slowly. He watched a sleepy cow lying in the grass, a butterfly landing on a yellow flower. Puff felt the calmness of the world around him. He thought, maybe waiting wasn’t so hard if you had the sky for company.

Puff felt warm and safe as the day faded. He didn’t have to hurry. He didn’t have to be bigger. The flowers and fields were happy, and so was he. The stars peeked out, twinkling gently, and Puff smiled, feeling just right, just where he belonged.