I see a bird flying up
To sky and swooping down
Touching the clouds
That move slowly over the town
It sits in a branch
Shakes its wings and fly away
Towards the fields
To hop and roll upon stakes of hay
It shouts at the sky
It calls other birds to play
It sings song of love
And remains happy all the day
Does the bird get
Hurt in heart and feel sorrow
I have not seen it crying
Wish its joyful heart I could borrow
Wow--Such a beautiful write! Watching birds in playful heart will surely lift our spirit!
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I would like to translate this poem
Does the bird get Hurt in heart and feel sorrow I have not seen it crying Wish its joyful heart I could borrow