She chose to walk alone.
Though others wondered why,
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast towards the sky.
She didn't have companions,
No need for earthly things.
She only wanted freedom,
From her binding puppet strings.
She longed to be a bird.
So she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.
She longed to be a flame.
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.
Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we woke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.
Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.
The trees, they say, stood witness.
and the sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it
Said the story played out well.
She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held…
And then she was gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You literally stole this from As Told By Ginger!