She flies through cobalt colored skies
Filtered with sunlit colored rays
When she soars
Hearts also soar
Free spirit on the wing
With a song so sweet to sing
In a forested evening shade
With odors of fall and her song in the glade
Softly the forest children appear
To see skylark not on the wing
But yet with a beautiful song
So sweet to sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dis is splendid. Im birdlover so d title attracted me n boy wasnt it a delightful poem u wrote! U sure did sir johny.