Through speed they survive,
As they hide from the dark.
The light they swear by,
Their bite is worse than their bark.
The ground will never, ever quake,
Around the might of flight.
I see the sky, I see the sun,
I see the Swift of Light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Are you talking abou a snake? If you are I understand it