If A Band-Aid Could Hold Together The World

For one day, the clouds would unite in a single circular strand of ribbon in all shades. It would circle around and around, until it met up with its beginning, and happily ended there. It was as colorful as all the people below, and as plain as the sky extending above. All of the world would see it, and they would be in awe of its beauty. And the awe would last for seconds. And the people would move on. And the cloud would disperse again into its normal routine of filtering sunlight through grey. Not enough of the people would see what the clouds were telling them; that they should all come together, no matter their differences, because they are the same. Not enough, even of those who realized, would notice or care that the cloud dispersed as soon as they looked away.