Weather 

The birds are buzzing,

While I am loving. 

The stars are twinkling,

While I am caring 

The sky is shouting,

While I am thinking. 

The moon is shining,

While I am sleeping. 

The sun is rounding,

While I am seeing. 

The world is enjoying,

But while I am crying.

 

By: Maryam Durra Khan, Turbat 

The writer is a student at Cambridge Educational Academy Shahi Tump

Turbat Kech Balochistan