Over the windows, out I stare,
The birds fly over the fresh free air.
So beautiful are there life,
Without any strain, without any strife.

Flapping their wings in the vast free air,
‘Oh’ so peace, no one to share.
Flying above the rocks and hills;
Flying above the daffodills.

Flying towards, where they want;
In their way, they squeak a chant.
My eyes were rounded in surprise,
What a beauty of mothers choice!