The sky, a canvas wide and free,
With clouds that drift so gracefully.
They paint a tale of dreams and lore,
In whispers soft, forevermore.

A dance of white in azure sea,
They form and fade so silently.
In shapes that spark the mind’s delight,
They turn the day from dawn to night.

Beneath their shade, the world below,
Finds solace in their gentle glow.
A fleeting touch, a tender kiss,
From skies above, a moment’s bliss.

So look above and let them guide,
These clouds that in the heavens bide.
For in their dance, we find our place,
In the boundless sky, our endless space.