Being a bird on the top of trees
On the wings of pleasant breeze
I’d fly around faraway places
With the freedom which embraces
The little scary soul.
The scent of tempting summer passions
And dreams about the different nations
Wake me up from winter blues
Give me chance to think and choose
What person I want to be.
Come my summer, come and say
„Life is worth, come what may“
I absolutely love the last two lines!!! and the rythm is perfect. Well done!
I’m with Jitka and I like the rhymes and the beginning of the second part very much.
Did you mean to use “scary”? I thought it might have been “scared” but maybe not.
Perfectionist me 🙂 would like to suggest: