Magic of birds

In the open and blue sky,
You soar high,
Spreading your wings far and wide,
Even fierce than the mighty tide.

Your chirp is just like a melody,
Source for every remedy,
You bless us every morning with your soothing voice,
Which makes us want to dance and rejoice,

Your path is clear and you are wise,
You look from above with your beautiful eyes,
You stand as the symbol of freedom and peace,
Like an elegant masterpiece.

Even you aren’t resilient to even deeds,
Falling to the ground with a sliver of creed,
Crawling in the ground as you recall your life and your melody became your last cry.

O forgive us if you could,
Soar through the sky once again if your would.