Birds In The Clouds

Who came to me with the monsoon clouds, Without any thunders only birds' applauds, 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.