In the vast expanse where dreams take flight,
Clouds weave tales of day and night.
Soft and gentle, they drift away,
Guardians of the sun’s bright ray.

They gather in a mystic dance,
A symphony of chance and trance.
Whispers of the clouded sky,
Silent songs that float on high.

In silver linings, hopes are found,
In stormy bursts, fears unbound.
Yet through each change, they softly show,
The beauty in the ebb and flow.

From dawn to dusk, they journey far,
Guided by a wandering star.
With every shade, they paint the blue,
A canvas vast, forever true.