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?