Have stoped to look at the sky lately? Have took your sight up from the dirt and look at the horizon?

Right above your head there exists a serene poetry written in the language of white clouds.

These celestial wanderers, draped in softness and purity, drift across the boundless expanse with a grace that speaks of ancient wisdom and timeless beauty.

Their presence, as a gentle reminder of the fleeting nature of time, as they move effortlessly, guided by the whims of the wind. Each billow and swirl tells a story of dreams unfurling, of aspirations reaching ever higher into the heavens.

In the tranquil embrace of white clouds, there is a sense of serenity that transcends the chaos of the world below. Their ethereal forms invite contemplation and reflection, offering a sanctuary for weary souls seeking solace amidst the tumult of life, weaving tales of hope and possibility, a glimpse of the sublime, painting the sky with strokes of wonder and awe to give us a fleeting moment of peace amidst the chaos of existence.

In the poetry of white clouds, there lies a quiet majesty that beckons us to pause, to breathe, to simply be.