Flying birds

We birds

will not be able to sing the cage

bound of the free sky

We, who drink running water, will die of

hunger and thirst

.

Such was the desire that the red ray-like beak was opened and the pomegranate grains were chugging

to get the boundary of the flying blue sky.

The competition of these wings with the borderless horizon would have

become either a meeting of the horizon

or a string of stretched breaths.

Do not give shelter, even if you destroy the shelter of the twig,

but if you have been given wings, then do

not disturb your flight.