In the vast canvas where the heavens lie,
Clouds drift gently, painting the sky.
Whispers of stories untold they bring,
Floating softly on an unseen wing.

Silken threads of dreams they weave,
In the azure expanse, they never leave.
Shadows dance upon the earth below,
As the winds of time begin to flow.

Mysteries of the sky in their embrace,
Ever-changing, never a trace.
They cradle the sun as it sinks to rest,
And cradle the moon in a silvery vest.

In the quietude of twilight’s grace,
Clouds drift on in a celestial race.
Guardians of the stars they become,
In the gentle night, their whispers hum.