Here’s a brief translation of the essence of your poem:

To the Dreamer,

My dream is to soar higher than the blue sky, reaching the farthest corners of the universe. But why do you stop? Are you afraid to fly?

I understand that feeling; flying can be scary. But the sky will support you.

Still uncertain? Then I’ll take the first leap. Watch me bounce into the air, feeling the wind lift me up.

Now it’s your turn. Gather your courage and jump with me. To the dreamer, fill the sky with the color