Light as a feather,
She walks,easily and proud..
Joy and plenitude in her steps,
Her gait is graceful and alert.
O skies,hear my song of youth..
I am free and dancing to the rhythm I hear
Melodius and exotic,ringing in my ear.
She takes in the weather ,through her pores and skin,]
Nodding to pedestrians and glancing at landscapes]
I am young
Freedom and music are my wings..
Regis