Oh.... little bird!
How I wish to be like you.
Can happily fly in the sky.
No, no , dear flower.
When your friends the sun,
wind and rain lose temper,
I am in great danger.
Oh, birdie!
Is it not great to be in the sky?
No, but someday,
as you smile in a vase,
I may cry in a cage.
So,... dream not of the high
but thank and love your soil.
How I wish to be like you.
Can happily fly in the sky.
No, no , dear flower.
When your friends the sun,
wind and rain lose temper,
I am in great danger.
Oh, birdie!
Is it not great to be in the sky?
No, but someday,
as you smile in a vase,
I may cry in a cage.
So,... dream not of the high
but thank and love your soil.
Moe Hein
Labels: Poem
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