Clouds In the Dusk Time

I see the clouds in the dusk time, Looking like the milky lime, You’ve attracted my heart, You’re the sky’s true part Oh! In you, I see something pink, The sun has colored you, With natural ink, In the sky so blue No, not ink, it’s a cake, Of cream of strawberry, And the red birds are the cherries, Dear sun, daily you bake. See these beautiful birds, I can’t express their beauty in words, Who become cherries for the pinky? Oh! Yes, it’s creamy not inky! Dear sun, you’re a good cook, You don’t need a recipe book, At the beauty of nature I look, And see the magic of the cook! Just like the sun bakes a cake, In the sky, we can also make, By enjoying nature’s beauty, But it’s possible only when we do our duty.