I hold on tight and I am nurtured.
Loved by my mother and father.
I let go as my colours change.
Excitedly the breeze takes me.
I twist and turn about.
Falling and floating.
I am happy, I am where I should be.
Caressed by the notion that everything is constantly changing.
I am stuck nowhere, but freely float about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem