Listen only to the bird that chirps,
With the knowledge of where the honey is.
It knows the sweet smelling flower too,
For its beak only dips into the deepest,
Of the plants as it takes breaks to look up,
If these earthly beauties bear more.
Of the craved for juices, lurking in there.
Listen to the hummingbird utter its sounds,
Let it awaken the wisdom inside you,
For the path is long,the journey has
Just begun.
They say only people who know where to hum,
The songs of the singing birds, will be
Allowed into the palaces of the kings,
For such is the kingdom of this earth.
Listen to the humming bird for the days
Are numbered, when your fate will be
Pronounced out there, by one twit
From one device in which lives
Are talked about in fewer words.
For the bird wants you to leave
Some honey for it, or next time
It will lead you to your enemy
And that will be the end of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem