The Flight

The Sky, begging the clouds not to float,

When the flock of cranes gliding

Like Sky divers;

There V shape oneness

Reminds us of We not I.

Almost reaching the day end

The tired Sun melting in the Orange colour,

Calling the dusk and giving a message,

For holding the hands like the larks;

So what no sunshine, no rain

But the moist air.

With the Hope of coming a new day,

The mighty Sun, coming again with the eyes of dawn

The birds silently passing the way

Creating the design of unity,

Their Flight does not make us know of their lands -

But everyone can hear the tune of Happiness.