I would like to go out to jump
And catch the swinging frond
To be with the wind as it passes
Over my head and beyond
I would keep my feet up to
Push the sky away from me
Round and round I move my
Body as if I am a bird and free
From frond to frond I try to
Move giving them a firm grip
As I swing up and up to the top
The ground looks far and steep
I want to go back to the time
When I used to be a little boy
I did ride and slip down among
Fronds as if I was an elastic toy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
reminiscing those childhood days of ours makes us feel young again...wish we could turn back the time