I don't want to be the sun.
It only appears in the morning,
and then vanish in the afternoon.

I don't want to be the moon.
The light is not permanent.
It can't win over the clouds.
When the clouds cover it, the light will vanish.
It will disappears when the dawn comes.

I don't want to be the stars.
They are lovely,
but the light is not bright enough.
I can't see their light in the broad daylight.

I want to be the sky.
The sky that contains the sun,
the moon, the stars, the clouds, even the storms.
The sky that always watches the ground from above.
The sky that will remain the same where ever you look at.