I wish often, to be a free bird,
And swoop along the far-flung skies,
Flying high, cruising the worlds,
Lavish with engaging exotic aria.
Could I be perchance, that first rain,
That creates emotions, so light,
The earth enjoying the damp stains!
The skies twinkling with dewy pearls!
I wish too, to be an alluring flower,
The life of which is just too short,
Suave, in a bevy of flowerage, or bouquets..
Tranced whiffs nigh, allied with nature.
Oh then feel that golden sunshine,
Warming the time, banishing darkness!
That burns itself for human life,
Cheering their fruitful hustles!
Notice the flighty drop of ocean water,
Ripples, played by the wind, yet eternal.
Despite the calamities it harbors,
Life thrives wondrous, nether the waves.
I am though, just the humane human,
The fittest of all, the survivor.
Entitled hence, to philander with nature.
Who stays tolerant of my blunders.