Taking a rest in the shade of a tree,
Or nestling down on my new owner's knee;
The surprising coldness of frost or of snow;
Warming my wings in the sun's golden glow.
Watching busy bees buzzing round flowers;
Feeling the coolness of sharp summer showers;
Possessing a full quota of soft, fluffy feathers;
Experiencing every possible type of weather.
Feeling grass tickling the soles of my feet;
Hearing small birds so joyfully tweet;
Seeing clouds floating through a blue sky;
Watching painted butterflies fluttering by.
Watching a snail leaving a silvery trail;
Watching the postman delivering the mail;
Watching a spider silently spinning;
Hearing my owner happily singing.
Breathing in air, so fresh and clean;
Giving my feathers a much-needed preen;
Stretching my wings to their very tip;
Down in the dust, taking a welcome dip.
Knowing I'm able to roam around free;
Knowing I'm loved for just being me;
Having a whole new world to explore -
All of these things and much, much more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem