In the vast expanse the clouds do roam,
Silent travelers in the sky’s great dome.
They drift and dance with gentle grace,
Sketching dreams in their airy space.

Their shadows cast on fields below,
A soothing balm for hearts that know.
The ever-changing, soft embrace,
Reflecting time’s unending race.

In morning’s light, they blush with dawn,
Heralding the day with gentle yawn.
As evening cloaks the world in night,
They hold the stars in tender light.

Oh, fleeting wonders of the air,
With secrets whispered everywhere.
The clouds, our silent, drifting friends,
In endless sky their journey wends.