Beneath the azure expanse they drift,
Ethereal whispers of the dreaming skies,
Floating on the breath of winds,
Carving stories where the horizon lies.

Their cotton forms, so soft and serene,
Dance above in a silent ballet,
Shadows cast on fields of green,
As day slowly fades to gray.

In the twilight’s gentle embrace,
They blush with hues of amber and rose,
A fleeting moment, a tender grace,
Before night’s curtain draws them close.

And as the stars take their place,
The clouds drift into the night,
Dreaming of the sun’s warm face,
Awaiting dawn’s first light.