Beneath the azure dome so wide,
Where cotton clouds in silence glide,
The sky whispers tales of old,
In hues of blue and gold.

As dawn awakes, with gentle light,
The clouds perform their morning rite,
They weave and waltz in the airy sea,
A timeless dance, serene and free.

By noon they gather, bold and grand,
Casting shadows across the land,
In their embrace, the sun does hide,
A fleeting love, they cannot bide.

And as the night begins to fall,
The stars come out at twilight’s call,
The sky, a canvas dark and deep,
Where clouds and dreams together sleep.