Quarreled with winds, has gone around the high sky
Battled with storms, he enjoyed life to be only a glide
Getting bored with the clouds he flew to earth and became stranded
Loved the people, he felt that life was a search for ways
The people are wingless; he could not soar among them either
One thing he didn't understand, why is life only a rush?
One day hе had enough, longed for the high skiеs again
He leaped from a tower but the paralyzing fall carried him back