I want the sky to be awake,
to see what I made.
I want the sun to be proud;
on the beauty of my story which I never doubt.
I want the moon to dance-
so that a fairytale can have a chance.
I want the stars to smile,
so that they can lighten up every isle.
I want the clouds to come down-
so that I can give each of them a crown.
I want a shooting star stuck in the sky,
so that everyone's wish could apply.
I want the birds to speak-
so that I can ask them "how much the sky is deep?"
Oh! I want the planets to sing;
to sing about everything.
© Shounima