In the vast expanse of azure dreams,
Clouds whisper secrets of ancient schemes,
They dance in patterns, soft and light,
Weaving tales of day and night.
With gentle grace they drift and sway,
Carrying hopes on their airy way,
Shadows cast on fields below,
Where golden meadows softly glow.
Beneath their ever-changing form,
Lies a heart both wild and warm,
A fleeting canvas, bold and bright,
In their embrace, the world ignites.
As dusk descends, they slowly fade,
Leaving behind the dreams they made,
In the quiet of the evening’s shroud,
We find solace in the whispering cloud.