The Stork

Hear the good, see the good, and feel good,
The stork added: Speak the good.

Where have you been so long dear bird?
Familiar you look.  You know this place.
The tiller that trills the earth rolling,
You follow catching worms, frogs and fish.

Why? You bow when I look at you, shy,
You roam about around the sky.

Hating indolence, avoiding disturbance,
The coquetry with your mate continues.

You ridicule my pettiness, my unpalatable words,
You glue your eyes in the moat for frogs.
You peck and make a hole for worms in fruits,
You visit my orchard like a clever thief.

Redowa with your mate attract me. Wonderful!

The dusk with multicoloured pictures in thesky
Give me peace.  Speak O stork, speak of knowledge,
Speak about the Lord, speak philosophy.

I am you and you are I.
But nothing was heard.  You left without parting words.

When will you come again?  You, in Siberia, or where?
You hate human friendship?  Tell me, why?
Why you left me?  Am I risky?