Beneath the azure sky, they roam so free,
Whispers of the wind in their gentle flight,
Shifting shapes, a silent symphony,
In the embrace of day and night.
They gather dreams and drift afar,
Cotton castles in the height,
With every breeze they weave a star,
A fleeting tale in purest white.
Through the golden hues of dawn,
To the twilightâs purple glow,
They dance until the night is drawn,
And moonlight casts its silver show.
Eternal drifters, soft and grand,
Guardians of the endless sky,
They whisper secrets to the land,
As silently they pass us by.