The sky is so blue,

Clouds wander without a clue.

The sun rises and sets on its own,

It shines in the sky all alone.

The birds nest on the trees,

And fly in the sky so free.

The wind also breezes by,

Blowing along hairs, skirts and ties.

The hustle bustle of the humans starts from dawn,

Which includes useless honking of horns.

Then soon comes the night,

Which brings a beautiful sight.

The hustle bustle slowly calms down,

As the city wears the relaxing crown.

The moon then rules the night,

While we fly in our dream flight.