I had a dream of a little yellow bird that flew me to the sky,
Above the trees, past the clouds, soaring far too high.
I cried to the little yellow bird as its wings and heart beat fast,
"Why do we fly so high little bird when you know it can't last? "
The little yellow bird looked at me, eyes filled with disgust,
"You may think your limits are met, but it's in yourself you must trust."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem