Waking to a bright early sun, lifting my eyelids to
welcome this new day.
Watching birds twittering about, chirping, talking
to each other in happy lilting voices.
Rarely, if ever do we hear birds being angry with
one another.
A serenely peaceful and contented life they have it
seems to me.
Flying and soaring above the world, looking for food,
seeing sights that we mortals will never see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem