Birds flying lazily overhead, in no hurry to get to their
sacred destinations.
Unlike people who are always in a hurry, no matter what
the reason.
Stressed, harried and increasing their cortisol levels
without even realizing it.
Needing to slow down and take the attitude of the birds,
it would certainly improve the lives of many humans.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem