In skies so vast, where dreams reside,
There float the clouds, both gentle and wide.
Monumental they stand, majestic and tall,
Whispering tales, enchanting us all.
Like ancient giants, they gracefully soar,
Silent observers of the world below.
Their forms, ever shifting, a wondrous sight,
Painting stories with strokes of light.
Pillows of cotton, billows of white,
Casting shadows in golden sunlight.
They gather in clusters, a celestial crowd,
Creating landscapes, serene and proud.
Mountains they mimic, with peaks and dips,
Unveiling secrets with mysterious scripts.
They dance with the wind, in effortless flight,
Painting masterpieces, both day and night.
Through rain and thunder, they conquer the skies,
A symphony of nature, a visual surprise.
In their presence, we find solace and peace,
As their vastness and beauty bring us release.
Oh, monumental clouds, so grand and free,
You hold the power of imagination's key.
In your embrace, our spirits ascend,
Forever inspired, by the wonders you send.
