In the cradle of azure dreams,
The sky unfolds its endless tale,
With brushstrokes of light and hue,
Where clouds in silence sail.
Draped in robes of mist and grace,
They wander with a gentle sway,
Casting shadows, weaving lace,
In the golden light of day.
When twilight whispers softly near,
And stars begin their gentle rise,
The clouds embrace the nightâs veneer,
In the vast and open skies.
Dreamers gaze and poets write,
Underneath this grand expanse,
Where sky and clouds in endless flight,
Invite the heart to dance.