Whispers Of The Sky Poem by Vinaya Joseph

Clouds drift softly, whispering to the blue,
In hues of white, of grey, of sunset's golden hue.
They dance in silence, shapeless yet defined,
A canvas for the dreams within the mind.

They gather storms, fierce and bold,
Or scatter light like stories untold.
They cradle the sun, gentle and warm,
Or veil the moon in a ghostly form.

Each puff a promise, each streak a sigh,
A fleeting thought in the endless sky.
They pass unnoticed, yet ever there,
Like fleeting moments, light as air.

In their embrace, the sky finds peace,
A tranquil pause, a sweet release.
For in their journey, soft and slow,
We find the calm we yearn to know.