I am a child on a swing,
I am a mountain, way up high
The wind when it blows
A cloud in the sky
I am song at the dawn
The new break of dew
I am the voice of their eyes
And the smell of the true
I am a dream of a dream
The moon, a summer's night
Iridescent, all seeing
A star out of sight
I am a passing bird
One among the trees
Living its own
A bird, I am free
Everyone wishes to have acquired the same peculiarities you mentioned in the poem. The imagery you have painted in describing your wish is splendid and it justifies your love for life and the natural scenics........beautiful poem....10
Yes, you are! You are very much in this poem, Willoh. The most beautiful poem I have read this morning. Thanks for sharing. Keep exploring yourself and keep writing such beautiful poems. A defenite 10 for this one. Best Wishes Naseer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice flow sweet write