Beneath the vast, untamed azure,
Clouds gather in gentle embrace,
Dancing through the realms of dreams,
Weaving tales in silent grace.
Their forms shift with timeâs caress,
From castles to drifting ships,
Each one a fleeting masterpiece,
Painted by the sun’s soft lips.
In twilight, they blush with hues,
Of crimson and golden light,
A symphony of colors drawn,
Before surrendering to night.
Oh, clouds that roam the endless sky,
In your shadows, secrets lie,
Forever wandering, free and high,
A canvas where imaginations fly.