In the vast expanse of the sky, they roam,
Drifting softly, finding their way,
Clouds that whisper tales of old,
In silent dance, they greet the day.

Veils of mist, they paint the morn,
With hues of pink and gold delight,
They hold the dreams of yesterday,
And cradle the stars through the night.

As gentle winds guide their flight,
They weave through the azure sea,
Mirrors to the heart’s own journey,
In their grace, we find our plea.

Oh, wandering clouds, ethereal and free,
Teach us the art of letting go,
To move with purpose, yet unbound,
In your presence, we come to know.