In the vast expanse of azure skies,
Clouds drift with grace, a gentle surprise.
Whispering secrets to the winds they meet,
Dancing softly with the sun’s warm heat.
Their forms shift in endless array,
From mighty towers to wisps of gray.
Painting dreams with their fleeting art,
A silent symphony that touches the heart.
When storms gather, dark and bold,
They roar with thunder, fierce and cold.
Yet within their fury, beauty hides,
A testament to nature’s changing tides.
As evening falls, they catch the light,
Turning gold and pink in the fading night.
Guardians of twilight, they gently cease,
Leaving the world in tranquil peace.