Above the world, where the clouds softly lie,
They weave dreams in the vast, endless sky.
Gentle whispers of the breeze, they sigh,
As they dance and float, way up high.

Shades of white, gray, and blue, they blend,
Painting stories with no start or end.
In their embrace, the heavens they mend,
A serene canvas, on which they depend.

The sun peeks through, with its golden light,
Turning clouds into magical sight.
Day turns to dusk with the coming night,
Yet the clouds remain, pure and bright.

Stars emerge, twinkling in silent cheer,
While clouds drift, holding dreams near.
In their gentle dance, there’s nothing to fear,
For they carry the sky’s tender care, clear.