Writers 
In the vast expanse where the heavens unfold,
Are whispers of stories, both timid and bold.
The clouds drift like dreams on a blue canvas wide,
With a sprinkle of magic, they float and they glide.
Fluffy and soft, like cotton candy spun,
They dance in the sunlight, rejoicing in fun.
Some wear a bright smile, like a child at play,
While others grow serious, turning the skies gray.
Oh, how they gather, like friends on a spree,
In clusters and clumps, as far as we see.
A parade of shapes, a whimsical show,
A castle, a dragon, or a ship in tow.
Look closely, my friend, can you spot the delight?
A rabbit’s long ears, or a kite in flight.
They tease our imaginations, those puffy white hosts,
Creating a world where we can dream the most.
When the sun starts to set, painting horizons aglow,
The clouds catch the colors, putting on quite a show.
With pinks and with purples, they blush and they beam,
Transforming the sky into a painter’s sweet dream.
And when the rain falls, soft as a sigh,
The clouds whisper secrets as they drift on by.
They nourish the earth with a gentle embrace,
A reminder that life is a beautiful race.
So next time you gaze at the sky’s endless blue,
Take a moment to ponder the clouds drifting through.
For they carry our laughter, our hopes, and our fears,
A tapestry woven from love, joy, and tears.
In their airy ballet, they teach us to play,
To find joy in the journey, come what may.
So let’s lift our heads high, let our spirits be free,
As we wander through life, like clouds over the sea.
