How difficult it is
To be what you wanna be
I want to be a bird
With rainbow wings
That also has glitter
A burrow in an ash tree
My home’s wooden walls
Dark brownish and musk
Decorated with bunch of branches and twigs
that I found in the dust
Yes, I’m a hoarder and people come to see
But I sing so good
That enticed, they lie on the colourful autumn leaves
And through the rainy night they sleep
How difficult it is
to be who I wanna be
A bird that around the valleys flies
Eavesdrop on conversations
And ruminates on life by the stormy night
As the tree sways and dances with the wind
The home feels like a unique swing
Gossip told by rustling, shimmering leaves
Is my version of book that I pick at night
The stories that the leaves breathed in
From soil, air, animals and man
In those conversations and embrace, my dreams come alive
