The Cloud House

In a realm where dreams are woven,

Lies a house unseen, yet globally known.

Its walls are whispers, ethereal and light,

A haven in the heavens, bathed in twilight.

Behold, the Cloud House, where spirits reside,

A celestial sanctuary, floating with pride.

Its roof, a tapestry of silver and gold,

As if the heavens themselves had been unrolled.

 

Within its halls, a dance of misty hues,

Where sunlight filters, a kaleidoscope to choose.

Each room a wisp, a realm of fantasy,

Where imagination thrives with pure ecstasy.

Here, the winds whisper secrets untold,

As clouds embrace, their stories unfold.

The walls breathe life, with every passing breeze,

A symphony of whispers, a tranquil ease.

 

Oh, the Cloud House, a sanctuary divine,

Where solitude and solace intertwine.

In its ethereal embrace, worries disappear,

Replaced by dreams, so vivid and clear.

 

Gaze through its windows, behold the world below,

A tapestry of lives, a bittersweet tableau.

But fear not, for the Cloud House is a place,

Where sorrows dissolve, leaving only grace.

Let us wander, within its airy embrace,

Lost in reverie, drifting through time and space.

For in the Cloud House, where dreams are found,

We discover a sanctuary, forever unbound.