Feathers when clapped like palms of a child,
Winds adding something to a love so wild,
Loving, diving, hunting in the naughty lake,
Life may be a dream but at all not fake,
Hunting and sharing the exciting food,
Once again they look in a lovely mood,
The hunting birds your message was read,
My feet were touched by the waves spread,
Don’t you see weather in a mini bikini,
Forcing me for a naughty mutiny,
One fish I have hunted, another I see,
Resting her back with a coconut tree,
Birds I shall follow the life you taught,
Just hunting and loving, no third thought.
But did you send this message to the tree,
The stem did it she’s smiling I can see.