Clouds

In the vast expanse of azure sky,

Where dreams and hopes forever fly,

Lies a canvas painted, soft and high,

By clouds that drift and dance nearby.

With cotton tufts and billowing grace,

They form shapes of wonder, fill space,

From towering castles to shapes of face,

In their ever-changing embrace.

At dawn, they blush with hues so bright,

In rosy glow, a wondrous sight,

At dusk, they don a cloak of night,

In silver threads, a silent flight.

They gather close in storms' embrace,

In thunder's roar, they find their place,

In lightning's flash and rain's sweet taste,

In nature's fury, they interlace.

But in their calm, they bring reprieve,

In gentle drifts, they silently weave,

A sense of peace, a moment to believe,

In the poetry of clouds, we perceive.

So let us gaze upon their form,

In their dance, find calm and warm,

For in their presence, we are reborn,

In the embrace of clouds, we are sworn.