Beautiful Day
I can feel the warmth of the sun today.
It's like an everlasting heaven that embraces my cold cheeks.
This heaven is dear to me, only me.
That is why I tie it to my home.
It brightens my world when the clouds visit my neighborhood.
That's why I like to take my umbrella.
It's blue just like the sky is.
It has red petals on it too that make me smile.
I wish I could fly so high where it's beautiful.
I want to fly high above the bad clouds that soak my warm shining day.
I want to be in the sky but the yelling I hear there hurts.
That's why I'm thankful for my little home.
Now I wait for my beautiful warmth to return.
But now my roof is crying.
Why are you shaking?
The clouds are shouting louder this time.
They're making everything here sad.
I wish I could just be it's friend.
Everything is not warm.
Everything is not beautiful.
Everything is hot and bright.
My beautiful warmth...
My beautiful warmth.
My beautiful heaven.
I want to keep dreaming of it.
Forever forever.
My warm heaven holds me tight.
While I sleep away my beautiful day.
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