Under the vast and endless sky,
Where dreams take flight on wings of air,
Clouds drift softly, whispering by,
Their secrets kept with tender care.

The morning sun paints golden hues,
On canvas stretched above the earth,
Each cloud a brush of gentle news,
A story born with every birth.

As evening falls, the colors blend,
In shades of pink and purple grace,
The clouds embrace, as night descends,
A dance of shadows in their place.

Beneath the stars, the sky’s embrace,
Holds dreams that wander far and wide,
In clouds, we find a peaceful space,
Where soul and sky in silence bide.