I open my eyes and see the sky,
I wonder where am i and why?
In a nest hung on a branch of tree,
Free from all the animals beneath.
The river i see below my nest,
Sparkling like some occasional fest,
Nearby sitting is a man drawing,
Looking towards me and yawning.
I flap my wings and decide to fly,
But without any confidence i'm afraid to try,
I see the horizon and wonder,
What must be more to see and why?
In the curiosity i close my eyes,
Flap my wings and try to act like the flies,
Suddenly i open my eyes,
Hung in midair, I succeed in flying.
I pass the many flowers beneath,
Feel the soft and cool breeze,
Reaching to my destination, The river,
I approach the man with fear and a shiver.
Reaching there i look upon the drawing,
Gasping i see what he was drawing,
A little bird with colorful wings,
I see how pretty i am , staring at him
