"What do you want to be when you grow up? " I asked..."A bird! " she said with glee.
"I want to glide across the sky and play up in the trees."
"Well, come on, " I smiled grabbing her hand...without ever asking why...
"We have a lot of work to do...if we're going to teach you how to fly."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem