Like a vast stretch of white sand
Floating in the sky
Moving as the wind commands
Meeting the blue at far away from our sight

So beautiful it looks with the sun shining o'eehead
Like a majesty ruling it's kingdom
And the small groups of birds move
As they were cattle grazing under his supervision

Such a majestic world
Looks so tiny in his view
Among and above the white sand
Is where almighty rule

Sometimes I do ponder
If he really does hear our problems
And if he does , does it matter to him
The small problem of tiny people when heard in this beautiful land of white ocean

Slowly and steadily now we descend
With everything clear around now nothing can at all be seen
The warm glow of the sun gets blocked by the cold clouds among us
And The happiness around us gets blocked by the pain inside us

For now we are moving into the lands
Where the small problems do become bigger for us
Where we won't be the one looking down upon tiny humans
But we would be the one telling our pain to the bigger one, sitting in the white warm sand above us