Grey, blue, white
The clouds whisper

Listen close, listen well
And you will hear the stories they tell

Secrets
Of the ever-expanding sky
Of the horizon they own
Of the exploits of the wind
Of the heartbreaks of the stars

Tales
Of
Petrichor,
Lightning,
Storms.

Stretch your hands out
And just maybe
They will let you touch them

Grey, blue, white
Elusive
Mystical
Gorgeous