Symphony of the Clouds

As if listening to music were about,
she whirled free above the clouds,
stormy emerald green.

The invisible notes danced in the air,
each chord vibrating with the breeze,
echoing among the heavenly flakes.

The sun, silent conductor, governed the show,
painting the sky with shades of gold and sapphire,
as the melody intertwined with the wind.

And there, in the symphony of heights,
the soul found its secret compass,
lost between ether and eternity.