The Day the Clouds Sang

Upon the canvas of the azure sky,
The day dawned when the clouds began to sigh.
A symphony of whispers in the air,
An echo of the world’s silent prayer.

The sun peeked from its golden throne,
To find the sky in a melody unknown.
A ballad of breezes, a hymn so pure,
A song of serenity, a cure.

Each cloud, a verse, in the grand choir,
Hummed harmonies higher and higher.
The winds orchestrated the ethereal song,
As the day grew older, the notes grew strong.

Raindrops joined, each a tender note,
In the symphony, the clouds wrote.
A crescendo of joy, a cadence of peace,
The day the clouds sang, all worries cease.

Sunset embraced the singing sky,
As the day bid its lyrical goodbye.
Stars twinkled to the moon’s soft hum,
Awaiting patiently for the next cloud song to come.