boundless is the sky
from forests to plains
from oceans to mountains
i indulge in the rain
with breeze, the gentle blend.
when did the story begin
when will the yearning end?
i swim in river of time
which takes me to the shore
you gave me bunch of thyme
warbling the flying condor
now I can feel the wind blow
hear the sea-gull concerto
the story started from there
the lead role is always you :)
joyful is the memory
beautiful is the story
blue still is the sky
tearful, your gentle eyes