In the vast expanse above, a canvas wide and bright,
The clouds dance gently, painting tales in flight.
Whispers of the wind, soft as a lullaby,
Carve dreams on azure skies, where the spirits fly.

The morning dawns, a golden hue so bold,
Clouds blush with colors, stories yet untold.
Each shape a mystery, a fleeting, wondrous sight,
In the gentle embrace of day and night.

Afternoon brings shadows, drifting with the sun,
A parade of forms, in playful, fleeting run.
The sky holds secrets, in its vast, endless sea,
A tapestry of time, where dreams roam free.

As evening falls, the sky a crimson glow,
The clouds, like whispers, in twilight’s gentle flow.
A serenade of stars begins to softly sing,
In the quiet night, where peace and solace cling.