The sky is vibrant
It feels the warmth, the coolness of sky,
Despite waving for long it's unable to reach high.
At times it touches the top of a mountain,
Or just the tip of a grain.
It visits the sky with his full joy,
But hopelessly returns with uncoy.
It bursts into vapour,
Just to fly over its lover.
Just a sandy shore, or the disrespectful flowers.
Everyone makes waste its respected hours.
It's journey is shirtless.
But never loose a hope for bless.
Although it's trying hard for him.
Despite being just a bubble,
He tried a millions for being prim.
A joyful bubble destroyed without jiggle.
