Sky and Clouds

 **Canvas of the Sky**

Above, where silent heavens stretch,

A canvas vast, no edge to catch,

The clouds, like drifting cotton dreams,

Paint scenes upon the sky's blue streams.

They float in tranquil, gentle grace,

Adorning the celestial space,

A dance of white on azure hue,

A spectacle for all to view.

The sun, with golden brush in hand,

Illuminates this airy land,

Casting shadows, light, and gleam,

Upon the clouds, a radiant beam.

As day gives way to twilight's call,

The colors change, they rise and fall,

From orange glow to purple shade,

A masterpiece by daylight made.

When night descends, the clouds part ways,

Revealing stars' eternal blaze,

The moon, a guardian of the night,

Bathes the clouds in silver light.

So let us gaze upon the sky,

Where dreams and clouds together lie,

And find in its expanse so wide,

The peace that dwells deep inside.