Beneath the endless azure dome, they glide,
Whispers of the wind, in silence they confide.
A ballet of white, in the vast expanse,
The sky and clouds, in eternal dance.

Soft and gentle, they weave their way,
Through the golden light of a dawning day.
They paint the heavens with hues so grand,
A fleeting masterpiece, by nature’s hand.

When storms gather, they clash and roar,
Dark and thunderous, a mighty uproar.
Yet in their chaos, there’s beauty found,
The sky and clouds, in turmoil, unbound.

As night descends, they fade from sight,
Embraced by the stars, in the tranquil night.
The dance continues, in silent might,
The sky and clouds, in eternal flight.