Born in a little village,
I had no wings to fly
I hoped I could reach the skies
Little did I know of the world
The future looked blurry
Which way to go- the left or right
Simple is my life, and I love that
The skyscrapers don’t fascinate me
I don’t hate them, nor know how living in it will be
But when a nearby tree is cut
I weep and shout in anger
Still, I can do nothing
But plant one more in my garden
Time went on, and I learn
No one is born with wings
And no one can live in the skies
But everyone can admire life around
An incredible piece of a grand cake
Be it a village, a town, a city
There is always life in the air
Nothing extraordinary, Nothing small
But always beautiful.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
An engaging,delicate,child-like fable.
Thank you Vijay ji
A charming little lyric, written with disarming simplicity.
🙂 🙂 Thank you, Amita Ji. Just felt the poem would look good when written in simple words 🙂
‘There is always life in the air
Nothing extraordinary, Nothing small
But always beautiful’…. so true dear poet!
🙂 🙂 yes yes <3 Thanks mam