A Sky of Gold
You tie the last golden thread. The cloth glows warm and bright. It feels like a hug from your sky-father.
You run to the festival. You lift the cloth high. The whole village cheers!
The sky shines gold. You smile. You did it, Mira.
You tie the last golden thread. The cloth glows warm and bright. It feels like a hug from your sky-father.
You run to the festival. You lift the cloth high. The whole village cheers!
The sky shines gold. You smile. You did it, Mira.