Dancers in the sky!!

Soft and fleeting, white and gray,
Clouds drift gently, then drift away.
Carried by winds both wild and free,
They paint their stories across the sea.

A canvas vast, the endless blue,
Their shapes are ever fresh, ever new.
A lion, a ship, a castle high,
They form and vanish with a sigh.

In dawn's first light, they blush with gold,
A promise of warmth the day will hold.
And as the sun begins to wane,
They turn to fire, then soft champagne.

When storms arise, they gather near,
Dark and heavy, they bring their fear.
Yet after the rain, they part with grace,
Revealing the sun's forgiving face.

Eternal wanderers, silent and proud,
The poets of heaven-oh, gentle cloud.
They teach us to move, to change, to be,
Boundless and free, like waves on the sea.