Fly, fly away little bird.
There may not be the chance again.
Go, go away from here.
Flap your wings as fast as you can.
Step out, step out into the sky.
It’s beckoning you to eternal life.
Look up, look up and be hopeful.
Think less and do it before you die.
Reach out, reach out to the clouds.
Touch them and feel the moving air.
No need, no need to carry any burden.
You are free, free of care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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