Beneath the azure, the clouds do sway,
In the dance of time, they weave and play.
Soft whispers of dreams in the air,
They tell tales of places rare.

Mountains high they gently kiss,
In their embrace, the world finds bliss.
Above the earth, they silently glide,
Holding secrets, they never confide.

From dawn’s first light to twilight’s glow,
In their journey, they ebb and flow.
A canvas of white in the sky’s grand art,
Each cloud a story, a beating heart.

As night descends and stars appear,
The clouds rest, but never disappear.
Guardians of the heavens, vast and wide,
In their silent watch, they softly bide.