R-ise and reach the sky,
E-ven though the clouds are gray;
N-o reason to worry about,
E-arly thirty-first of May.
U-se your wings and glide,
B-eginning to soar up high;
A-gainst the rugged wind,
L-et them both bravely fly.
D-espite the broken wings that truly make you cry;
O-perate and spread them both, rise and reach the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
U-se your wings and glide, B-eginning to soar up high; So nice to read...very positive in views...thanks, Bernard...a big 10++++
Thanks, CHE.... so nice to read your comment... a big like👍