One cloud over a field of yellow, A lone wanderer in a vast, open space, Drifting lazily, so soft and mellow, In the expanse of nature’s grace.
The sun’s golden rays, they dance and play, Upon the sea of golden blooms, Each flower, a beacon, a bright array, Underneath the sky’s vast rooms.
The cloud, a dreamer in the sky, Gazes down at the peaceful scene, A fleeting visitor passing by, In a world where all is serene.
It casts a shadow, cool and light, A gentle touch upon the earth, A moment’s respite from the bright, A contrast to the field’s warm hearth.
One cloud over a field of yellow, A simple sight, yet so profound, A reminder of nature’s mellow, And the beauty that in it is found.