The Bird

Márk Kovács

The bird is free, there is no limit for him.
There is no time for him, no space.
There is only the big blue sky.

The bird flies high, then rests on a tree
and observes the blue sky from there.
Then he spreads his two wings and happily crosses infinity.

His life floats, there is no prison for him,
only sweet freedom.
He is not addicted to anything,
neither place nor time.
He just flies away happily on high.