Birds fly in the sky,
With my touch leaves shy;
A wonderful day,bright sun shine -
Under a tree I'm writting my line.
The smooth flow of cold air,
Reduces the heat we have to bear-
And the tree dances,here and there
Let's sing for them,loud and clear
Left-right,Left-right,Left-right
You are dancing like this;
I will sing for you-
Until I leave.
