Beneath the azure canvas wide,
Where whispers of the sky reside,
The clouds in gentle ballet glide,
A dance of dreams, side by side.

They weave their tales in softest hues,
In pastel pinks and twilight blues,
Each wisp a story, each puff a muse,
In their embrace, the heart renews.

The sun’s embrace, a golden kiss,
Through veils of white, a morning bliss,
The sky’s vast heart, no love amiss,
In this serene, ethereal abyss.

So let us dream beneath their flight,
In day’s embrace or starry night,
For in the sky and clouds so bright,
Our souls take wing, in boundless light.