an oriole flapping her wings
up a tree, eating berries
competing with other birds
below are chickens peeking
ground for leftover dropping
me enjoying from my window
it is cycle we are not aware
we become part of so many
i could be writing here now
am costumer, using electricity
you too be part of me thinking
of beautiful things should be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true. We are all connected with each other and this perplexing cycle of life.Many things of beauty around us. We should take more time to notice and admire them. Very nice poem.