Colorful Clouds

 **Colorful Clouds**

In the canvas of the evening sky,

Where the day's last light begins to die,

Colorful clouds in splendor lie,

A fleeting masterpiece, a painter's sigh.

Crimson red and gold so bright,

Mingling with the purple of twilight,

A brushstroke here, a palette there,

The clouds, an artist's love affair.

They drift and dream in hues so bold,

In shades of stories yet untold,

A tapestry of light, a visual song,

In the colorful clouds where dreams belong.

As dusk descends and night takes hold,

The clouds' vibrant tales are slowly told,

In whispers of pink, in echoes of blue,

A memory of sunset, a promise anew.

So let us gaze upon the sky,

And watch the colorful clouds go by,

For in their fleeting, wondrous glow,

Lies the beauty of the world below.