Beneath the vast azure dome, where whispers softly weave,
Clouds drift in gentle ballet, their stories to conceive.
Each wisp a fleeting dream, painted on the sky’s grand stage,
A tapestry of moments, in an endless, timeless page.

The sun’s golden fingers grace the clouds with tender light,
Casting shadows that dance, in a delicate, airy flight.
In the embrace of twilight, hues of pink and orange blend,
Nature’s palette, ever-changing, as day begins to bend.

Above, the clouds hold secrets, of places yet unseen,
Carried by the winds of fate, in a world serene.
They paint the heavens with mystery, in patterns undefined,
A silent symphony of beauty, in the vastness of the mind.

As night descends, the stars emerge, peeking through the veil,
The clouds, like dreams, dissolve into the cosmic trail.
In the quiet of the evening, the sky whispers once more,
A lullaby of clouds and stars, forever to explore.