Beneath the azure sky, they softly glide,
Whispering tales of distant lands.
Their shapes ever-changing, like dreams in the night,
A fleeting dance, a gentle embrace.

With hues of pearl and silver light,
They paint the heavens in serene hues.
A tranquil sight, a moment’s peace,
In their quiet presence, our worries cease.

They gather like friends in twilight’s glow,
Sharing secrets only they know.
A silent symphony, a calm respite,
In their presence, the world feels light.

As the day wanes, they drift away,
Leaving the sky in twilight’s play.
Promising to return with the dawn,
To weave new stories as the day is born.