Up above where dreams reside,
The sky unfolds in endless pride.
Clouds like whispers, soft and fleet,
Dance to rhythms, a skyward beat.
Morning hues of gold and blue,
Paint a canvas fresh and new.
Wisps of white in patterns weave,
Stories told that make us believe.
Midday sun with rays so bright,
Chases shadows, brings to light.
Clouds form creatures, tales untold,
In their shapes, adventures unfold.
As dusk descends with colors bold,
The sky’s whispers turn to gold.
Clouds in twilight softly blend,
A day’s whispers, now at end.