Heron And Crow Poem by Wicha Surin

Heron flies by with a crow,
happiness flows through their mind,
but when men grow bold,
they interrupt the melody with their lies.

Saying the crow worth not for
the faerie of the sky.
And asking why thou not stay with old,
mirky feather friends of yours.

Fellas all old fellas of mine,
can you decide whose fault is it?
Is it the fault of the crow
to love the sky faerie.

Or is it the fault of men,
who tell an uncommon truth,
that all things should
follow their path.