In the morning’s gentle embrace, they drift,
Soft whispers of the sky’s tender gift,
Painting dreams upon the azure vast,
Carried by winds of the present and past.

They dance in the sun’s golden gleam,
Weaving light through an endless dream,
Shadows play upon the earth below,
As the clouds in silent beauty flow.

By twilight’s glow, they slowly fade,
Wrapped in hues of evening’s serenade,
A tapestry of the day gently undone,
Till stars appear, one by one.

In the night’s embrace, they softly rest,
Tucked within the moon’s gentle quest,
A promise of dawn in their silent vow,
To return again, as they do now.