The Sky says something
Probably sings a song
The birds respond to him
By dancing all along.
The Trees do listen
Swing from side to side
The worms do experience
A sense of delight.
The Eagles soar up
Transcending
The pigeons, the gauriyas the parrots, and all their flocks
Make the eagle king of the hawks.
The language of the sky
The music, the tune
The twitter of the birds
The shining of the moon.
The entire Existence conspires
The universe wants you to know
The Galaxies want to tell you,
Show you the way
If you are only willing
To grow.
Sky
The Shooting Stars 