In the vast blue dome where dreams take flight,
Clouds drift softly, painting tales of light.
Above the earth, they dance and twirl,
Holding secrets of the world in swirl.

Gentle whispers in the breeze they send,
Carrying hopes that on their paths depend.
Fleeting shadows on the sunlit plains,
Like a symphony of soft refrains.

At dusk they blush with a crimson glow,
As the evening sun begins to slow.
Stars emerge in their quiet embrace,
As clouds weave dreams in this celestial space.

Night descends with a gentle sigh,
Clouds cradle the moon as it climbs high.
In silence, they guard the night’s deep rest,
Where dreams are born and hearts are blessed.