Look at the sky, the clouds float by, White horses, elephants, how many things he draws.
The sun sets, spreading red and blue glow, The birds return to their nests, chirping.
The moon smiles in the sky, sitting next to the stars, On that side of the horizon, dreams come floating.
The crickets call, they stay in the darkness of the night, The sleeping fairies come flying, stories come to mind.
On the riverbank, the ducks and fish are silent, Adorned with white feathers, how wonderful.
The leaves dance on the trees, When the wind blows, Rows of palm trees, their heads are raised.
The sun that rises in the morning, with new light, The dew drops smile, on the tips of the grass.
The flower buds bloom, dressed in colorful clothes, Butterflies fly around, I think how fun it is.
The kid calls on the side of the road, Playfully running around, happy.
The mother calls in the house, there is still reading to do, As soon as I open the book, my mind wants to give it a break.
How many thoughts come to me, how many dreams I see, This world is like a big storybook.
Every day a new page, every day a new writing, This is how it goes, all the stories of life.
