stone ginkgo
In skies above, a canvas free,
Clouds dance in gentle mystery.
Whispers of the wind they bear,
Stories woven in the air.
Cotton pillows, soft and white,
Casting shadows, pure delight.
Morning's blush, a rosy hue,
Evening's whispers, painted true.
They drift in silence, shapes untold,
Silver linings, dreams unfold.
A symphony of changing forms,
Nature's art in quiet storms.
Above, they roam, a boundless sea,
A fleeting, floating reverie.
Cloaked in sunsets, stars align,
Clouds, the poets of the sky's design.
charred parrot