Beneath the vast, unending sky,
Clouds drift with a gentle sigh.
Whispering tales of lands afar,
They dance around the morning star.

In silver hues and golden light,
They paint the day and cloak the night.
With every shape and every form,
They calm the heart, a gentle storm.

The sunlit peaks and shadowed vales,
In their embrace, the sky prevails.
A canvas vast, forever wide,
Where dreams and hopes in silence glide.

O, clouds above, in ceaseless flight,
You hold the secrets of the night.
In whispered winds and colors bright,
You guide the soul to boundless height.