• They softly embrace
    The azure sphere's face
    Staying in their place
    Some gliding in a slow race

    With their wavering wisps
    And the beauty of their mists

    They meet and part as the wind guides
    Coming and going like the very tides
    Their silent consent to all else
    Moving along as each day tells

    Touching the minds of those who'll look
    Softening the hearts of those who'll seek
    Verily they're all that's needed to find the peace
    All that's needed to remember hope that once was so bleak

    Their own story
    Spun with astounding glory
    To the one who forms them