The sky unfolds in hues untold,
A canvas vast and wide;
Clouds drift like whispers bold,
In the gentle arms of the tide.

The sun’s embrace, a golden kiss,
On clouds that dance and sway;
Shapes of dreams and endless bliss,
In the light of the fading day.

Night arrives with stars in tow,
A silken, starlit shroud;
Clouds like shadows, soft and slow,
In the quiet of the night aloud.

Morning breaks with colors bright,
A symphony of skies reborn;
In the clouds, a story takes flight,
Of dreams anew with each dawn’s morn.