Floating dreams in the azure sea,
Wisps of white, so wild and free.
They dance and drift, a silent song,
In the heavens where they belong.

Shadows play on fields below,
A gentle kiss from clouds that flow.
A canvas painted by the breeze,
In a moment of pure, tranquil ease.

Secrets held within their form,
Stories whispered in the storm.
They gather, part, and reunite,
A fleeting glimpse of nature’s might.

As day turns into twilight’s hue,
Clouds embrace the evening dew.
A final bow before the night,
Cloaked in stars, a serene delight.