In the vast expanse of endless blue,
Whispering veils drift softly through,
They weave and dance, a gentle flight,
Painting the heavens with pure delight.

Silken threads of white and gray,
In ethereal ballet, they sway,
Shape-shifters in a fleeting show,
Ever-changing, where dreams flow.

Shadows cast upon the land,
By clouds’ soft and tender hand,
A fleeting kiss, a cool embrace,
Nature’s calm and tranquil grace.

Beneath their watch, the world below,
Basks in the gentle, soothing glow,
Of clouds that wander, roam and play,
In skies where endless dreams convey.