A cool breeze whispers across the green grass,
It rustles the leaves of trees so gently.
The wind adjusts the pale flowers
And send their petals tumbling.
The wind carries the purr of the lawnmower,
It embraces the birds singing their melodies
To their fellow friends.
They soar, the birds, with an open wingspan
Along the cotton clouds.
So lazily they drift,
Blocking the warm golden sunlight.
So lazily they drift
Across the blue ocean
That envelopes the sky.
I wonder where they are going?