A bird soars toward the heavens
And I dream of being free.
Free to fly on the wind,
Just like the bird,
Or jump for joy,
In a celebration of life.
But my feet are like stones
That keep me firmly planted on earth.
Always looking towards the heavens,
For the freebird.
Always longing to fly free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem