Are you happy living in an aquarium?
Do you do acrobatics when you swim
Winter, summer, fall, and spring…
Do you wish that your fins were wings
No longer confined in a glass prison
free to fly among the clouds that glisten
Once out of water you must grow feathers...
in order to endure inclement weather
The spaciousness of being free to choose
opens up a whole new world to peruse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a slime of windows.... Once out of water you must grow feathers... in order to endure inclement weather