|
| The aims are easy to compete is hard |
| There was guy trying to touch the sky
But the wings are artificial how can he fly
High and high, it was to far and far
As much as he flies his wings are tear
|
| Again,
He left that desire and change for new
He starts digging a desert and puts on seeds to grew
How innocent he was and such a brave guy
It was better idea rather than to fly
|
| Again,
Neighter he could fly nor he can grew
Again, he thought to do something new
He was strong so he starts building home in ocean
I don't know how he may be able to try for this |
| Lastly,
He was not succeed in all three aim
How a nature was playing with him a game
He was tired doing these things so start to love
How could he know this is harder than that three aim....
|
|
|
|
|
