Paper Plane: Fold and Paint

I have a paper plane, It sits on the table in silence.

He stands, as if alive, and is waiting for me to lift him up.

I hold a brush in my hands, I draw clouds on a paper plane.

And my paper plane will glide across the sky easily.

So he suddenly rushed up, and I can’t believe it myself.

That it's not me, but my plane flies in the sky easily, easily.