Beauty of Cloud with sun

Cloud Beauty Oh how serene the clouds do float, Gently drifting, with no gloat, A gentle breeze, a playful swirl, Their beauty to the world unfurl. Some are white, so pure and bright, Others grey, a peaceful sight, And others still, a roseate hue, A painting that the sky doth do. The clouds do change, a wondrous show, With each gust, a form doth grow, And every time I look above, A new creation, a new love. The clouds, they are a treasure trove, A sight so rare, so full of love, A peaceful thought, a calming scene, A canvas painted by beauty's queen. Sun Beauty The sun, a symbol of hope, A light that helps us to cope, A beacon that shines so bright, A beauty that shines day and night. It rises every morn, a new start, A new day, a chance for our heart, With warmth and light, a guiding ray, A beauty that never goes away. The sun, it sets, a final gleam, A goodbye, a tranquil dream, With colors that ignite the sky, A beauty that makes us all sigh. The sun, it's a shining star, A wonder that's never far, A gift to all, a grace divine, A beauty that we all can shine.