I looked up at the sky,
And wondered what it would be like,
To soar above everything,
And be free.
If only it was that easy,
To soar above the sky,
We don’t have wings like birds do,
And we certainly don’t have engines like a plane does.
I laid upon the field of flowers,
And looked up at the sky,
I wondered again and again,
How could I be free?
How could I leave everything behind?
How could I stop feeling?
If only I could fly, I thought,
Then all the pain would disappear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem