Breeze goes on,
As it never ends.
Wild and free.,
I can feel the sun.

Blue is the sky,
After a very long time.
I like to drink,
The juice of lime.

Green is the grass,
With flowers like stars.
Soil Is brown,
As chocolate with bars.

Trees are blossoming,
And are giving out fruits.
We the children,
Collect these like loots.

At night I can hoots,
And I can see a sparkling over my boots.
I don't ever fear,
Oh you must believe it dear.

So nothing is unusual in the day,
What... The colour of sky is now grey.

-Moomin tariq.
-Turkish