Birds In The Air

Take me to the place where

The weather is fine all around.

Where the wind blows across the hills and valleys,

Cloud changes their hue from dawn to dusk.

The drooping of the branches,

The ripening of the fruits.

Bees and butterflies sing and dance,

The fragrance of the lilies and roses abound.

The idyllic beetle rolls the dung uphill,

The cricket cries loud and sharp.

Fly me like birds in the air, and 

Take me to the place where

The weather is fine all around.