The wind finds me in the valley
Chasing birds flying away to the sky
It lifts tufts of my hair and whistles
As I run after the clouds flying high
The butterflies find me in the bush
Hiding from the running squirrels
They sit upon my head and shoulders
As I run fast shouting across the dales
And the flowers chase me towards
The water to fall on sands and smile
A boy of ten with heart full of joy
Along with the wind I can run for miles
boy of ten with heart full of joy Along with the wind I can run for miles...and this is actually life which we as adults goget to live. Thanks for reminding sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Birds feel freedom in sky and wind feels freedom in valley. Your imagination comes in nice tally. Flowers bloom in field in shrubs and tree. Reading your poem we feel so free.