My Missing Hoopoe Poem by Abderrahmane Dakir

I'm allured by your orange feathers on your head as crown,
And your open black-white wing pattern when it was flown.

You have taught me from your story with Solomon,
How the littlest changed woman from sun and moon.

I traveled over the world for seeing the monument,
Although I haven't done yet as your accomplishment.

You face the mighty king in the history,
And you crave your name in the memory.

By the reliable information you had the victory,
Today's the false news spread in the mystery.

I start learning from child, bird, and the ant,
anything might give us the wise so important.

I will be proud to have a trip as my hoopoe,
To change flaws personality in the sorrow.