Clouds can turn the sky to gray,
But also bring a bright display,
Above the city’s bustling way,
Changing mood with every sway.
They gather in a fluffy dance,
Spreading wide their vast expanse,
Shadows cast in a fleeting glance,
Nature’s art, a wild romance.
Sometimes they weep in gentle streams,
Or burst in thunderous, boisterous schemes,
In the city, where reality teems,
Clouds weave dreams in endless streams.
At sunset, they paint a canvas grand,
With hues of pink, orange, and golden bands,
A breathtaking sight across the land,
Clouds make the city feel so grand.
Against the backdrop of towers tall,
Clouds bring wonder, enchantment to all,
Their shapes and forms, a mesmerizing sprawl,
In the city’s drama, they stand so tall.
So let’s look up and embrace the view,
For in the clouds, there’s always something new,
They frame the city with a majestic view,
A timeless tale, forever true.