As dawn breaks, the sky unfurls its canvas wide,
Streaks of pink and gold softly intertwined.
Clouds drift like whispers in the morning light,
A silent ballet in the heavens’ height.
By noon, they gather, a congregation grand,
Floating castles in a cerulean land.
Shadows play and chase across the azure sea,
A fleeting spectacle, wild and free.
As dusk approaches, amber hues unfold,
Clouds ablaze with stories yet untold.
They paint the sky with strokes of burning fire,
A masterpiece that never tires.
Night falls, and stars emerge in twilightâs embrace,
Clouds become mere whispers in the space.
Yet their memory lingers in the midnight blue,
A celestial dance, forever true.