Where are they going?
Their flight seems so aimless
A gentle breeze alters their flight path
Up & down, back & forth
No direction is the target
They have no defence against predators
They are helpless
Yet, with a beat of their fragile wings
They can change the weather pattern
In distant countries, thousands of miles away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice little poem. I've always thought that, as everything is made of atoms, all things must therefore be connected, or at least in touch with each other. It seems so obvious.