In the vast expanse of the azure sky,
Gentle clouds drift, whispering by.
They carry tales of lands unseen,
In their soft embrace, the world serene.

Each cloud a canvas, painted white,
Brushing dreams with pure delight.
Shifting shapes in endless dance,
A fleeting gaze, a wistful glance.

Above the mountains, over the seas,
They wander freely with the breeze.
Beneath their shadows, life unfolds,
In their presence, stories told.

Silent guardians of the heavens high,
They watch as time and seasons fly.
Forever changing, yet always there,
In their journey, a gentle prayer.