An Autobiography of a Parrot

Draped in blooming green, Colored with a rosy beak, Blessed with wings free as air, With crazy dreams of naughty playfulness, A carefree young parrot I am, Taking refuge in prospering wilderness. The forest is my abode, Never failing to amaze me with its overflowing abundance, Where rich tress grow in ample, Gifted with content flowers and melodious fruits And where birds and animals turn on the mysterious charm, Letting creative forces smile gently. The sky is my best friend, Who embraces me with tenderness. Our souls have merged into one, She treats me as her child, I have slowly grown familiar with her, Experiencing ecstatic aliveness in her presence. Woven with the shine of the caring sun, Along with my fellow parrots I soar high in the sky, Taking the form of a military group We encircle the horizon With deep sincerity. I frequently visit vineyards, Where vines are laden with overgrown grapes and strawberries. They kiss the earth in gratitude, Rejoicing at her homely delight. I feast on these juicy fruits Like a new born prince. At Night time I stay still in my nest And keep staring at the bright stars. At that moment I am reminded of something, Dreams of naughty playfulness come running to me And start mingling with me making me jump out of sheer joy. Yes I do feel like a carefree young parrot then. With each passing day I am born again, Providing me the strength to become more carefree. Freedom is welcoming me with grace, Encouraging me to be loving, Helping me to be myself And I have decided to dance through the tune of life.