Days are numbers and words,
When is the solution of birds?
They dive and deliver their praise,
Therefore their wings will amaze.
I must signify danger to their glare,
The very sight of a dozen men who stare.
We decide the losing people,
Birds merely sing and recover, they are defendable.
Their powers reply to ours
In ways of the air, the bazaars.
I can buy the book in the shop
But this bird is free and to chop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem