The birds about me are flying freely.
The trees are waving their branches gleefully.
The deer are free to roam about.
The grass can choose its place to sprout.
The ants scatter to and fro.
The sloth is free, yet very slow.
Everything about me's free.
Everything, except for me.
The time will come for the bird to fly.
The leaves to fall, right from the sky.
A time the fawn will bound away.
Free from the rules.
Its mother laid.
There's a time the leash on a dog.
Should be lengthened.
A time you should trust.
Even when you are shaken.
A time and a place you have to let go.
And watch in love.
As your child grows.
The bird will grow to be like his parents.
The fawn to leap.
With graceful apperance.
The sloth to be as slow as it can.
The seeds of the trees.
To grow up and dance.
To wave in the wind.
Like its parents before.
To give homes to the birds.
And creatures below.
Yes there's a time and a place.
You have to let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem