In the canvas of the azure sky, they drift,
Gentle whispers of cotton, silent and swift.
A dance of dreams, where shadows softly play,
Clouds weave stories in their own serene way.

Upon the breeze, they gracefully unfold,
Tales of yore and visions yet untold.
They paint the heavens with hues of light,
Guiding hearts through day and into night.

In fleeting forms, they speak of peace,
Moments of stillness, where troubles cease.
A realm of wonder, high and free,
Where the soul can wander, boundlessly.

Beneath their gaze, the earth below sighs,
As clouds whisper secrets across the skies.
Eternal travelers, in their endless flight,
They remind us of the beauty in the light.