In the vast expanse of endless blue,
Clouds drift gently, a soft embrace.
They dance with the breeze, so light and true,
In their serene and silent grace.

Whispers of dreams they carry high,
Over mountains, they softly glide.
Painting pictures in the sky,
A canvas where the birds abide.

At dawn, they wear a golden hue,
Reflecting the sun’s warmest light.
In their folds, the morning’s dew,
Awakens the world from the night.

By the ocean’s edge, they gather near,
A gentle promise of rain to come.
Their presence soothing, ever clear,
A lullaby of the sky’s soft hum.