Silent collectors of rain and river, they mirror the sky's gaze and cradle islands within their gentle embrace.

Guardian shields of the sky, they bloom above in gloomy times, a canopy of colors that dances with the wind, keeping the drips and drops at bay.

I sit on the water but I’m not a duck, Push me with oars and I’ll never get stuck. When you feel tired, I help you stay strong, With each little stroke, you keep moving along.

Conspiracy theorists have their own take, On what these really are, for goodness sake. As for the rest of us, we're in the know. These are just water vapor clouds, From aircraft on the go.

What plants do to help us breathe. With the sun's help, they do this with ease.