In skies above, where dreams are spun,
Soft clouds dance, blocking the sun.
Whispers of mist, a fleeting shroud,
A canvas of sky, in whispers loud.

Pillows of white, on azure blue,
A celestial waltz, forever anew.
They drift and gather, a tranquil crowd,
Painting tales in the sky, untold.

Cottony wisps, in an endless race,
Chasing horizons, with gentle grace.
Rainbow hues in their folds endowed,
A symphony of nature, playing loud.

So gaze upon this celestial art,
As clouds weave stories from the start.
In the vast expanse, a beauty avowed,
The poetry of the sky, in a cloud.