Fly with the cranes
You lovely rootless stork
Do not be frightened by the rains,
The snowstorms and the city smoke
Where do your long legs dwell
While the antigones are gone,
Do your hearts similarly swell
When Spring guides you back home?
Did you see the people marching,
Did you hear your fellow earthlings’ cries
With your long neck, arching
Does one ever get used to good-byes?
As you reach your destination,
Will you miss the journey’s dangers?
Did it lead to liberation,
To be guided by familiar strangers?
Had they told you tales of cherry blossoms,
Of oceans, dunes and chapels
Would you have dropped your idealism
And left behind the scent of country apples?
Tell me, once you land
That in a world so grand
Even in times of trouble, the stork knows
That the cranes are not his foes.