Blue looks towards the sky,
The world looks beautiful from there
Where we look at the stars and dream,
The dreams of stars are hidden in the sunlight.
The flying wind asks the sky,
What is this world that you have created.
In which the light from below is visible till the top,
That's why water is also blue and trees are green.
A plant's shadow with the sky,
When its wind touches others and goes up.
The rising wind does not look back,
Every day the sky looks different.