As the breeze blows,
The thin light shines from the sun,
The thin light gently makes the world colorful,
As if I was making a painting
In a world that is changing climate,
There can be no light, but thin, when it's dawn,
Wherever the light is,
The place that the humans see,
Can be sensed by human beings
As the light jumps and jumps it says, "Hi,"
I wonder why
When humans roam the sunny earth,
I explore the light
As the breeze gently blows toward my face,
I search the light,
Walk around,
As bright light shines toward my face.
I see outside in a sunny day,
Stick,
Tree,
Birdhouse,
Grass,
Humans,
Wind,
Sun.
For at sunset, I say goodbye to the sun,
And the chilly cold night begins at the shiny glowing white moon.