Up above, where the heavens lie,
Clouds whisper secrets as they pass by,
In shades of white and gray they dance,
Painting the sky in a fleeting trance.

Beneath their shadows, dreams take flight,
Carried on winds, in the softest light,
They weave stories of distant lands,
Of ocean waves and desert sands.

Each puff a canvas, broad and vast,
Reflecting moments, future and past,
In their embrace, the world feels small,
Yet infinite, as they rise and fall.

So let us gaze, with wonder’s eye,
At the clouds that drift across the sky,
For in their form, we find a peace,
A gentle whisper, a sweet release.