Little Keskidee
Standing on a ledge,
Gazing at me
Amazingly, intently.
Why waste your time here?
Looking at me with folded wings,
Precious bird, your wings were meant to open
To soar and carry you on.
Knowing no boundaries and limiting none.
So take your wings,
Embrace the wind.
Fly through the trees
Display your majesty.
Do it for you, do it for me.
Boast of your beauty,
For you are Keskidee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, Renaldo. Thanks for sharing