Gliding through the seasons,
Flirting with the breeze...
What a joy it could be...
To sing with the blooms,
Frolicking with the sunbeams,
To mimick the fallen leaves,
Whisphers of silence...
To be cozy in a tiny nest...
Till the light sweeps in
To be a bird, I wonder...
Such a glee it could be,
To my Stranger eyes