In the embrace of heaven’s gentle hue,
Clouds wander softly, painting dreams anew.
Draped in whispers, they float on by,
Weaving tales beneath the endless sky.

Silken veils of mist in morning’s light,
They gather secrets from the fading night.
As dawn unfolds, they gently part,
Leaving traces on the world’s vast heart.

With every breeze, they shift and sway,
Sculpting forms in a fleeting ballet.
Shadows dance on fields below,
As clouds above continue their gentle flow.

In twilight’s glow, they softly blend,
Carrying stories to the day’s end.
The sky their canvas, vast and wide,
Where dreams and clouds forever glide.