Up, Up, Up in the sky
A newborn bird flies
Flies to search the world
Which he had become apart
The colour of blue surround him
Which brings everything to life
The fluffy, white pillows comforts him
Which increases by the second
He comes upon a bright, yellow object
That goes Down, Down, Down
The beautiful blue becomes a dark grey in the newborn's sight
He says to himself, "This is what they must call night"
The youngling flies back to his home
Leaving the world in sorrow
"That's okay, I'll get some sleep and be ready to search for tomorrow."