Upon the canvas of the endless blue,
Clouds gather like whispers of dreams;
Shifting shapes in a gentle ballet,
Telling tales only the wind can redeem.
Soft and serene, they drift in grace,
Casting shadows that slowly wane;
A silent symphony in the sky,
Echoing peace through the gentle rain.
In their embrace, the sun finds rest,
Painting hues of gold and gray;
A fleeting moment of celestial art,
Before twilight takes the day away.
As night descends, they fade to dreams,
Mysteries wrapped in the moon’s soft gleam;
Promising journeys in the morning light,
In the vast expanse where we dare to dream.