I pick up the pencil

Draw what I see

 Me

Under the tree

Sleeping between her hands

Hearing the birds of bands

Spotting my eyes on a ladybird

Dancing on my finger

Jumping on my fingers from second to third

Drawing my smile so bigger

Then beside me sits my father

And the other side sits my mother

And there comes my little sister

In joy and happiness

Spinning like a twister

Wearing her beautiful dress

All of us sit together

I guess like this forever

Then I put the pencil on the table

Put my sight through the window

Trunks are changing from the green to black

Rockets are erasing the rainbow