And there's a silly thought That pops up in my mind How the sky holds this burden All day long and still remains So contented and kind How from dawn to dusk This fiery sun walks Is it really a proudy head Or with mates it makes some funny talks How this moon stays In the night full of dark Doesn't it get scared When the big dogs bark How those thousands Of stars coordinate And become a consellation Don't they ever argue With each other that Results in cancellation How these birds awake And whole world sleeps When we all lie horizontally Their short neck steeps How this nature heals When it gets any wound Is there any curator that always revolves around. — % & And there's a silly thought That pops up in my mind How the sky holds this burden All day long and still remains So contented and kind How from dawn to dusk This fiery sun walks Is it really a proudy head
