Breaking the silence on the Thunderbird's wings,
Silencing the infinite sadness of broken things.
Smoke signals its signatures across the clouds,
Showing the distance of what is found.
Memorized within the thunder in the skies,
Memorialized by the lightning of lullabies.
Burroughs itself underneath Eagle's claws,
Allows itself to be seen beyond Wolf's paws.
Unseen and understood by those that are heard,
Hidden for those that are chosen by the Ultimate Wizard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem