From faraway,
I watched the beauty,
Descending from a branch,
And getting back at once.

At first, there was no tune,
Not even a slow hum,
Just a jumping bird,
Trying to settle.

Another time it flew,
Like it was never coming back,
Maybe it was a sign of fear,
For safety on a plain ground.

Suddenly it returned,
When I was ready to move,
It began to sing sad songs,
And danced like a happy mind.

I stood on a cross-road,
Trying to understand,
The deep messages,
Found in one act.

I moved...