poem (2) fliying to the water.

Clouds, birds, and sun.
The chirp of the birds, the sound of a plane and the wind in my face.
Dampness and smoke.
Blue, air and clouds.
The sky change the colour to orange, the land change for green to blue.
I do this because i like travel, and i'm loving it.
My friend miguel is drawing, the birds are fliying and we're going down to the sea.
Anything, he's drawing....
We're near the sea, i can touch the water.
The birds still singing.
Did our sky gonna change?
The water, the fish touching me and the sand on the ground.
A little brand of our cloud.

Poem

Over the sky the birds are singing

In the sea the mermaids are dancing

Behind the trees the small fairys

Of my tales are shining