In the vast expanse of the azure heights,
Clouds drift in their silent, serene flight.
Whispering tales of lands afar,
Beneath the watchful gaze of a distant star.

Soft and tender, their forms entwine,
Painting dreams on the canvas divine.
A symphony of white against the blue,
Shifting shapes, forever new.

Shadows dance on the earth below,
As clouds weave stories in a gentle flow.
From mountain peaks to the rolling seas,
They carry whispers on the breeze.

In their embrace, a moment of peace,
The world stands still, worries cease.
For in the clouds, we find a friend,
Whose journey has no end.