Beneath the vast expanse, the sky unfolds,
A canvas ever-changing, stories it holds.
Wisps of clouds, in whispers they glide,
In the azure sea, they softly collide.

Morning breaks with a golden hue,
Clouds blush pink as the sun peeks through.
Gentle breezes carry dreams aloft,
In the embrace of dawn, the world feels soft.

Noon brings brilliance, skies so clear,
Clouds retreat, the light they fear.
Yet shadows dance and play their part,
A fleeting art, a beating heart.

Evening’s cloak of twilight falls,
Clouds gather, the night calls.
Stars peek through, a cosmic guide,
In the night sky, dreams reside.