The sky was blue and clear
And the scarlet splotches flew in the air
Sitting perched on the tree
The Aquila called to the Cardinal
"Let's fly in the waters of the sky,
As we see great sights"
The Cardinal simply nodded its head
And they were up in the sky
But just after a few miles,
Appeared the clouds of sombre
The cardinal urged the Aquila to go first
And cleverly sneaked its way out
The Aquila was unaware
And got drenched in the rain,
it was all alone without any support
And sank down to the ground
But the Aquila's despair wasn't long
The sun came out and dried up all the rain
As the Aquilla rose and spread its wings
Ready to go up into the sky
With its sharp wings cutting through the sky
And that's how the Aquilla became the kings of the skies
And the Cardinal, the target of envy and anger
So the next time you see a red cardinal, you know why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem