For what
I am here
You know better.
Do what you wish
I am here
To see my own feather.
The sky is
Telling his own history
And I am the only listener.
If you so like
You may call yourself father
I am the sound-enjoyer.
What you think, remember,
That does matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your own feathers have helped you to fly high to view the world through your inquisitive eyes! ! nice poem