They ask what color the sky is in your world.
Is the sky really what they expect?
They ask what color the grass is in your world.
Is the grass what they expect?
You choose what your world is like.
It's not always the way it seems.
It's Your World.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow... that's better than I thought it would be! Just kidding! I like it!