I see a flock of beautiful birds
Flying high in the sky,
It gives me great joy and pleasure,
My poetic bird too soars high in the air
With its powerful wings of poesy;
But after a while one of the birds falls on the ground with its tired and weary wings,
It destroys the beauty and loveliness of the great flight,
For this my dearest bird too comes back in the dingy earth with a sad and gloomy heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sad this dearest bird has a sad and gloomy heart. You connect with birds! Wonderful. The other day I connected with a Hawk in the sky and called it " Honey" and my son and cousin overheard me and were laughing their heads off at me. But the powerful emotions we have towards birds are real!