- Bird -

Little Bird,
On my hand
You've asked.

Little Bird,
Center of my creativity,
You have whispered a word in my ear.

Life.

Life in your feathers,
Life in your colors,
Life in your voice.

And the little bird,
Began to sing,
For me.

Why is this poem in English ?
Because English sings with me
A truth that remains today,

We are friends.

I wish you then a great, a wonderful birthday !

May your smile shine forever.

Your Lion.