You may term it
A bamboo stick,
But think for a while,
The role in flying life.
The sound produce
Is ecstatic.
Love or hate,
Fear or envy,
But the message is clear
And specific.
We are to know the air,
The color and the life
Therein for the living
And the flute- the only source.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For the living. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.