Clouds

Clouds that drift across the sky,

Ethereal shapes, ever-changing.

A canvas of white, as far as the eye can spy,

An endless work of art, forever rearranging.

Some are dark and ominous, a harbinger of rain,

Others bright and puffy, like cotton candy swirls.

Together they paint a tapestry so serene,

That captivates and mesmerizes the world.

They bring us both peace and storm,

A reminder that life can be fickle and wild.

But no matter the form, they always transform,

Into something new, and just as beguiling.

So take a moment to stop and gaze,

At the clouds that pass you by.

For in them you'll find wonder, peace, and blaze,

And a reminder that beauty can touch the skyClouds that drift across the sky,

Ethereal shapes, ever-changing.

A canvas of white, as far as the eye can spy,

An endless work of art, forever rearranging.

Some are dark and ominous, a harbinger of rain,

Others bright and puffy, like cotton candy swirls.

Together they paint a tapestry so serene,

That captivates and mesmerizes the world.

They bring us both peace and storm,

A reminder that life can be fickle and wild.

But no matter the form, they always transform,

Into something new, and just as beguiling.

So take a moment to stop and gaze,

At the clouds that pass you by.

For in them you'll find wonder, peace, and blaze,

And a reminder that beauty can touch the sky