Flowers come out, with the dew.
Just like the baby smile for sun.
Leaves wake up, look the sky.
That means happiness for a new day.
Wind is naughty, trick the cloud.
Cloud has to change, to confuse the wind.
Eyes of the bird, twinkle again.
She may know how it is like.
Frogs play in water, grass sleep on earth.
Monkeys love apples, the big fish eat the small.
Antelopes are good food for leopards.
Hungry tigers catch deer.
They run and run, year and year.
Nobody knows when it started.
Nature tells a story forevermore.
What will happen if we break it off?
No more, no better and no longer.
Flowers' smile and leaves' song.
No play, no jump and no fly.
Bird's guess and insect's chat.
Mothers complain about the wind.
The wind can only make cloud sick.
The sick cloud cry and cry all day.
His tear is turbid and sour.
Babies are sad, because the star is shy.
Never come out, tell jokes to them.
They don't know that start has a cold.
It can't be better, until air be refreshed.
Sky was blue, sun was red.
Ground was green, snow was white.
I can remember the wonderful sight.
Now they are destroyed, but be told no why.
Wind is gray, sea is brown.
Continents are yellow without tree.
Rubbish is the king of the world.
After the death of wing broken bird.
Children's dreams are colorful enough.
They can paint them, dream comes true.
Human's dreams should be end.
Let go ahead with the clear brain.
Don't let that happen before we regret.
Do it at once may in time.
I look up to a swan fly high.
Bring us the hope of the better life.