Understanding a bird is like knowing a deed,
Deeds fly for the joys and laughter to come forth.
A session called the season mattered most to our heart and soul,
This Autumn my manners attained the fallen leaves so brown.
Every session walked in the legs, in the mindful ways we seek,
To bring a joy and bewitchment, for the eternal altercation.
This enjoyment brings into a different state the session,
Beauty so gorgeous blossomed like the Summer, such as the Summer.
May birds vertically and horizontally pilot their souls
Over the ample stage we call the world of deeds of deeds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Those birds just want SEEDS