Wispy strands of silky cloud

Slip through the sky, tightly bound

Candyfloss flakes merge into one

Piercing orange, lit by the sun

Colourful tendrils, they intertwine

Creating a long, luminous vine

Scattered in sheets across the sky

Here they rest, watchful as they lie

Soon the moon will take its place

Giving the world a different face

Here for a while, but not to stay;

Only before the sun wants to play