My Place

by Chance Decoite-Chu

The Myna birds fly high

I count 1, 2, 3 as they go by

Fresh Plumeria flowers

I smell them for hours

This place is so peaceful

Not one squeak out of a birds beak

I wish I could fly

Soar in the sky

But this is a dream

Mabye one day, one day I’ll get a gleam