In the vast expanse of azure skies, they drift,Whispering secrets in the language of the wind,Guardians of dreams, ethereal and swift,In their gentle embrace, our hopes they mend.Chariots of vapor, weaving through the air,Each cloud a canvas of stories untold,Floating with grace, beyond the realm of despair,In their silver linings, mysteries unfold.They dance in symphony with the sun’s golden hue,Transforming the heavens with every fleeting shape,Reflecting our fantasies in colors so true,With each passing moment, new visions they drape.Yet beneath their beauty lies a transient plight,For clouds, like dreams, are bound to fade and part,Leaving traces of wonder in the soft twilight,In their evanescent journey, they touch the heart.