I bless the hands that moulded you,
A completely perfect creation you are.
Of all the colours mostly I love blue,
Miles away and looks like you're here,
A beautiful curve, nothing's ever been clear.

Never dull nor lifeless even when it rains,
Above the clouds you proudly rise again.
Transforming from the tears and sun's rays,
An amazingly unique dispersion of internal pain,
No doubt, happiness is truly your reflection.

Though once in a while, it feels like always,
Your presence preserves a palm of pleasure.
When you come we'll all look and praise,
This time I promise to take a picture,
To store your memory and bring closure.