In the endless blue above, dreams take flight,
As clouds gather, weaving tales of light.
Soft whispers drift in the gentle breeze,
A canvas of white in the sky’s vast seas.

Morning breaks with a golden hue,
Clouds blush with the sun’s first view.
They dance and swirl, a celestial ballet,
In the dawn’s embrace, they softly sway.

Afternoon skies, a tapestry bold,
With clouds like stories waiting to be told.
Shadows play in their fleeting forms,
In the warmth of day, a gentle storm.

As twilight falls, the sky deepens to indigo,
Clouds become silhouettes, a shadowy show.
Stars peek through, as night takes its claim,
In the quiet sky, dreams ignite in flame.