In the expanse of the azure sky,
Where dreams and whispers fly,
The clouds weave tales, both old and new,
In shades of white, and sometimes blue.
They dance with grace, in silent song,
A ballet where they all belong,
Each form a story, soft and light,
Painting the heavens, day and night.
Beneath the sun’s warm, golden gaze,
They drift and float in a gentle haze,
A canvas ever-changing, free,
A testament to what could be.
When twilight falls and stars appear,
They fade, but still, they linger near,
Guardians of the night, so proud,
The endless symphony of sky and cloud.