In the azure expanse, they softly glide,
Whispers of dreams on a gentle ride,
Their forms transform in the endless blue,
Stories unfold in shapes anew.
A canvas of white in the morning light,
They drift and dance with pure delight,
Each cloud a tale, each wisp a song,
In the sky, where they belong.
Beneath the sun, they shade the earth,
Bringing calm, a momentâs worth,
As shadows play, and breezes sigh,
The clouds above, they never lie.
In twilight’s glow, they softly fade,
Night’s embrace, a velvet shade,
Yet in the dark, they linger still,
Guardians of dreams, with a silent thrill.