weeping sky

THE WEEPING SKY

I don t think you are feeling it
I think the father of nature is at work
The changing color of the sky
Like warfront in bur mar

It changes it face like a beating lad
That want to pour down tears
The coldness around is so nice
That made the wind blow like snow

What a crying, a crying sky
That makes the forest start to rejoice
That thirsty the unstill ground
The down pour that refreshes the soul

That brings sweet dream into souls
That brings out the tune of nature.
This continuously sing in my dream,
As it continuously beat the sounds of nature