In the vast canvas above, they gently glide,
Whispers of the sky, in their soft ballet,
Clouds in countless forms, gracefully abide,
Painting dreams in hues of silver and gray.

Beneath the sun’s warm, golden embrace,
They weave stories in the vast azure sea,
Changing shapes in an eternal chase,
A silent symphony of serenity.

When twilight descends, they softly blend,
In shades of crimson, violet, and gold,
Bearing secrets the night will send,
In their fleeting beauty, tales unfold.

As stars emerge, they slowly fade away,
Leaving the sky a tranquil, endless dome,
Yet in their absence, dreams still sway,
In the heart of the sky, they find their home.