It is said that a bird flies
in the sky. It flies and soars,
that it considers life, its
freedom to get when it wants
and what it wants. They say
that the glory of birds is in the sky. Would it?
Birds can't see, can't walk, they can't play. They are babies in their nests. They are bound for their freedom until they have to fly and never come back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem