Birds of the Garden-the poem

Oh birds of paradise, how come you never look back at me
I always admire you from below I see, but never went down and said hi to me
Maybe you need rest, maybe you need feeds but I'm sure that you will not be needing me even I pushed it to thee,

All I want is for you to see, my admiration of such beauty that I cannot resist no matter what I be,
I play around day by day just to see, all these pretty images that I wanted to see
How come men can't fly but only dream, it's like living has such no feel it seems,
If only I can be with you, I'll make you feel,
Everything that I felt whenever I see you by my will

Should I catch you?
Would that be nice?
Or should I let you,
In your freely flights.

Oh, birds of paradise, all I wanted to be,
is maybe just to live freely like what you are just for me to see.

picture is not mine, it's from pixabay