Free as a bird to land where you wish
and free to perch where you please,
such is the life of the winged one
to make a house in the trees.
Free as a bird to leave when you want
and never stay in one place.
Always and ever moving around
flying in wide open space.
Not afraid of the sun nor the rain
and able to find a good perch,
choosing your food with your pointy beak
you peck away in your search.
I envy you, who fly so free
and sometimes wish that I
could soar in the air and land with ease
and see the earth from the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
superb rhythmic verse, Edwina!