In the canvas of the sky, stories unfold,
As clouds drift by, their tales untold.
With a wild imagination, I watch them dance,
Creating adventures in a single glance.
A dragon's roar, a castle high,
In the fluffy clouds that paint the sky.
A ship sets sail on a sea of blue,
As the clouds whisper secrets known to few.
I see faces, animals, shapes so grand,
In the ever-changing sky, where dreams expand.
With each passing moment, a new story is born,
In the vast expanse of the heavens, adorned.
In the silence of the day, I listen close,
To the tales, the clouds and wind impose.
With a wild imagination, I let them guide,
As they paint pictures, far and wide.
So let the clouds weave their tales so free,
In the endless sky for all to see.
With my wild imagination, I'll soar and roam,
In the stories, the clouds call home.
Another version of Mr. Cloud Tells Me Stories
