I hear the birds and yet I cannot see them,
I wonder if they are as beautiful as their song;
Humanity may try to copy through their music,
But they must know they have failed this all along.
So many voices, and each uniquely beautiful,
Twitter from every corner and of every angle
That humans try to sing, of which I attempt to write,
But why, oh why must we try to match the angels?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem