Bright Sharon of roses on its bed
Still envies the shades that fade
Wondering why rains fall to the floor
Yet the blue sky is the goal for all.
One day; several feathers swung
Then I heard a beautiful song…
Coming from birds that crave for peace
As the leaves trembled by a bliss
While walking across paths of earth
Seeing abundant riches and wealth
Their wishes are all, including dustbins
Harvesting far more than nectars on trees
But while I dazed far from reach
The richest being on earth made a screech
“I wish I was a flying bird” he said
“I’ll sky roam and never hit the ground.”
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