When I look up,
Towards the sky,
I spy, with my dark eyes,
A black crow, trying to soar high,
Trying to fly away from the eagle,
But also trying to reach its height.

I spy countless clouds, floating by,
Least concerned, by anyone going by,
The sun shines all bright and mighty,
But playful when it comes to the clouds.
Merciful it stands all day long,
Merciless some days, oh Lord!

The breeze runs along with the clouds,
The wind flows like water,
They’re harsh, they’re soft,
They play with my hair locks,
They have the power to uproot the trees,
They have the power to grow them back.

The rains come pitter-patter,
Along the window pane
I watch them play,
With the winds everyday.

The sun, the sky,
The winds and the rain,
Play ‘catch and cook’ all day,
Oh Human beings, take a step back,
Look up above the world so high,
I’ll not say, like a diamond up in the sky.

Cuz as the sun sets,
Hundreds of diamonds, light up the sky.
The moon, in one shining armour,
Takes up the sun’s responsibility,
Onto his head high.

They say,
Nature is the art of God,
Why not admire Beauty,
And say, “Thank you Lord”…