In the vast expanse where dreams are spun,
The sky wears its cloak of azure blue,
Clouds drift softly, kissed by sun,
A dance of whispers, gentle and true.

Feathered shapes in a timeless ballet,
Tell tales of wonder in their flight,
Shifting forms in the light of day,
Weaving shadows, painting light.

The horizon stretches, endless and wide,
Where earth and sky in silence meet,
In the breeze, the clouds glide,
Their silent song, a gentle beat.

As dusk descends with a golden touch,
The clouds blush with a fiery hue,
A moment fleeting, seen as such,
In the sky, dreams are born anew.