(Respect one's territory.)
The flame is set on it's peak of heat, lifting the air balloon by it's flame,
Easing it vigorously, the pilot is amaze to see;
Soaring up while the sun rises, off to Bangkok, she will be,
Lost her license, reaching it's destination by flying low.
'An emergency landing? ', asked the wildlife caretaker,
'No, sir, off to scare deers! ', she replied;
'But deers can't stand to see your flame,
You will scare them hearing it's sounds of flame! '
The deers ran and were terrified,
Seeing and hearing it's roaring flame,
But one deer stayed and courageously fought,
With it's best but done in shame, down in vain.
The pilot wish to stop the flame,
To calm the deers and stay in peace again;
So she must fly to another area,
To scare some flocks of wolves, up she went again,
Bid the deer and the caretaker goodbye...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem