In the vast expanse where dreams unfold,
The sky paints tales in hues of gold.
Clouds, like whispers, drift and sway,
In playful patterns, they dance and play.

A gentle breeze carries them afar,
Shapes and stories from a distant star.
They gather secrets from the sun,
In silent meetings, their journey begun.

Beneath their shadows, we find our peace,
In their soft embrace, our worries cease.
The sky, a canvas ever so grand,
With clouds that shift like grains of sand.

As daylight fades to twilight’s hue,
They bid farewell, a somber adieu.
Yet in the night, they softly rest,
Dreaming of dawn, where light is blessed.