Flying through the air,
The warm breeze flowing through my feathers,
The sweet smell of nectar fills the air.
I swoop down to the flowers,
I see buds on the trees,
I want to stay but I must keep flying,
Twirling in the air,
Diving down to the stream to catch my lunch.
I fly over hills,
The grass getting greener as I go,
I am determined,
I must fly on,
I will reach my goal,
Nothing can stop me.
Finally I’ve flown to where the birds sing their beautiful
songs of happiness.