I see birds and their hierarchy
And in these trees they live
And have for eons in the past
From ground to tree they fly,
Their hierarchy controlling paths
And the noble blooded fill the sky
And one bird of noble type
Lies flailing and rolling in the roots,
Its place above the trees lays waiting
The noble bird amongst the roots
Wants to fly with the highest
But its wings have not unfurled
To unfurl these wings is its one desire
And the noble bird tries but cannot,
Cannot reach the branches that beckon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good work, Emmanuel!