I Wonder . . .

I wonder how the rainbow is made With only seven lovely colors
Guess life is in the process of few more shades

I wonder how the moon comes With so many shining stars
As if every night there are some fares

I wonder how the flowers bloom With so many colorful petals
Tell you there wont be any one thumb rule

I wonder how the wind blows With so many unexpected thoughts
Darn, being and wanting are two different things

I wonder how the rain comes with so many little raindrops
Well, there are not every things for which we need to give in return

I wonder how we belong to only us with so many hopes about eachother Ofcourse, bonds gradually develops