The sun dips low, a fiery hue,
Painting the sky in shades of blue.
A gentle breeze, a whisper soft,
Across the fields, the clouds aloft.
A tiny cloud, a fluffy white,
Floating high, a wondrous sight.
It dances with the wind so free,
A tiny boat upon the sea.
It grows and grows, a cotton ball,
Reflecting light, it catches all.
It stretches out, a silver thread,
A masterpiece, by nature bred.
The cloud weaver, oh so grand,
Creating shapes across the land.
A playful cat, a gentle dove,
A whisper of the world above.
Then shadows fall, the day is done,
The cloud weaver's work is spun.
A tapestry of beauty bright,
Before the stars ignite the night.