Beneath the shadows of cirrus and cumulus,
lies a message unfurling like whispered fog.
To understand is to listen,
for the clouds speak in riddles,
murmuring tales of what was,
and what might yet be.
Follow the echoing path, wanderer,
where the pavements of dreams dissolve.
In each haze-laden phrase,
you will find the truth of truths,
wrapped in the essence of serenity.