I sat before the man below the tree
and he was singing;
and he broke his song to listen
when a bird sang unseen
on the branches above
would you come and sing
at gatherings? I asked him
they pay well
praise profusely
and their applause is heard
in every corner of the universe…
listen and move along, he said;
I just sing when I want to
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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