In the cradle of the azure sky,
Dreams take flight on silken wings,
Guided by whispers of the wind,
Where endless horizons softly sing.

Beneath the sun’s golden embrace,
Clouds dance in a gentle waltz,
Carrying secrets of the earth,
In their ephemeral, fleeting vaults.

The heart soars with every ascent,
A symphony of freedom’s call,
Tracing paths of wandering zephyrs,
In the boundless, celestial hall.

As dusk paints the heavens in hues,
Stars emerge, guardians of night,
Guiding weary travelers home,
On the wings of a dreamer’s flight.