Your tears are making that sky to cry
No, My child the sky is not crying
That’s your mother’s tears from the sky
Oh! can you hear that ?
Those pitter-patter of rain
And cicadas screech from the mountain
Where beautiful fireflies are twinkling for you
They are pretending to be as beautiful as you
Someone is singing….
In the rthythm of frogs croaking
In the rhymes of Crickets Chirping
Chirr….. Chirr….. Chirr….. Chir….
Did you notice that ?
That’s your mother’s cradle song from the heaven
To make her child to sleep…
To make you sleep..
To make you sleep….