I want to be a hummingbird
that flits from flower to flower
I want to spin my wings so fast
between fresh morning showers
I want to be a little bird
but wear a dress of colors
so pretty and so shiny too
in sunny daylight hours
The eagles hover overhead
and many find them awesome
but I would spend my little life
among the meadow blossoms.
After reading this poem i remember my mother who used to say in next birth she wanted to be a bird flying from this branch to that branch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds so sweet Liilia!