In the vast canvas of the sky, they wander free,
Soft whispers of dreams, floating silently,
Draped in hues of dusk and dawn’s embrace,
Clouds weave tales in their gentle space.

As the sun kisses their cotton wings,
They dance to the melody the soft wind sings,
Shifting shapes in a delicate ballet,
Painting the heavens in a fleeting display.

Beneath their shadows, the world finds rest,
In their embrace, hearts are truly blessed,
For in their fleeting, ethereal form,
Lies a peace that outlasts the fiercest storm.

And when the night unveils its starry shroud,
The clouds whisper dreams aloud,
Guiding the weary to a realm unseen,
Where hope and wonder quietly convene.