Above the earth where dreams unfold,
Clouds drift in whispers, soft and bold.
They weave through skies, a gentle grace,
Painting the heavens, an endless space.

They gather colors from the sun,
In hues of gold when day is done.
A silent dance, a gentle sway,
As night gives way to break of day.

In quiet moments, they confide,
Secrets of the world they hide.
Carriers of wishes, hopes untold,
In their embrace, the sky unfolds.

So watch them float, in silent might,
Guardians of the day and night.
The whispering clouds, forever free,
A tapestry of dreams to see.