How do clouds move so swiftly and gently across the colossal sky; not afraid to lose themselves in the dusk.

How are they so confident, flourishing all their shapes and sizes?
They aren’t afraid to wander alone, apart from rainy days when they keep each other company.

Clouds absorb the beauty that nature doesn’t always show us.
And when they luster with warm golden tones; they are smiling down at us.

~P.H