There will be times
When flying alone,
A treasure is discovered...
Unexpectedly!
But those who travel in flocks,
Often stop to squabble.
Quarreling and sharing sorrows,
In diminished nourishment!
Fearing to test solo flights.
And mocking the ones...
Who dare to use their wings!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem