In the vast expanse where dreams are spun,
Clouds gather, where the day has begun.
They paint the sky with hues untold,
A canvas of silver, white, and gold.

Whispering tales of distant lands,
They drift with grace, like gentle hands.
Shifting shapes in a silent ballet,
Turning night into a gentle day.

Their shadows cool the earth below,
As soft winds through the valleys flow.
They speak of rain and sunlit beams,
Carriers of the sky’s own dreams.

When twilight comes and the sun dips low,
The clouds ignite with a gentle glow.
A final farewell to the setting sun,
Until the night and stars are one.