Upon the azure canvas, they drift and dance,
Whispering secrets in their airy trance.
Silhouettes of dreams, they softly glide,
Veiling the sun, a gentle chide.

Through valleys and peaks, their paths entwine,
Carried by winds, an endless line.
Shadows cast on fields below,
A fleeting touch in their ebb and flow.

As daylight wanes, they blush in hue,
Pink and gold, a splendid view.
Nighttime cloaks them in a silken shroud,
Stars peek through, a cosmic crowd.

Eternal wanderers, free and unbound,
Their stories in silence, profound.
In their journey, we find our dreams,
Floating away on celestial streams.