Beneath the vast, cerulean expanse,
Wisps of white in a gentle dance,
The clouds whisper tales of yore,
As they drift and explore.
In twilightâs soft embrace,
The sky dons a golden lace,
Each cloud a brushstroke true,
Painting dreams anew.
Night descends with a velvet shroud,
Stars peek through, shy but proud,
The clouds retire till dawn,
Awaiting a new morn.
O endless sky, keeper of time,
With clouds that in your arms climb,
Together you weave a story,
Of natureâs boundless glory.