As I look out the window,
The sight that I see,
It is so pleasant like it is meant to be.
Is the sky shedding tears of joy?
Or crying in despair?
As I think deep with a cup of tea,
The sight makes me overwhelmed because of its beauty.
As the sky stops shedding its tears,
The nature is happy and healthy,
While the soil is wealthy.
How can the tears of the sky be so magnificent?
As I think while closing the window,
Waiting for the sky to shed its tears again.
The writer is a Class 5 student at Sunbeams School.