Beneath the azure sky so wide,
The clouds in gentle grace abide.
They drift and dance with tender ease,
Whispering tales upon the breeze.
Like cotton dreams they float on high,
Painting stories in the sky.
Each shape a fleeting, wondrous sight,
A canvas kissed by morning light.
Through daylight’s course they softly glide,
A voyage vast, a world so wide.
In hues of silver, gold, and gray,
They greet the dawn, embrace the day.
As twilight falls, the sky they share,
With stars and moon, a sight so rare.
In silence soft, they fade from view,
Until the dawn brings life anew.