NATURE Poem: Vöglein, by Jana Tvorogova

One always imagines the little bird in the forest
through which it flies
until it reaches a clearing
in the green and sunlight

But what if this little bird dreams of the sea
and feels trapped in the meadow within the woods

It dreams of storms
of salty drops of water
chasms
grottoes
waves that threaten to swallow it whole
and winds that will carry it away

The little bird is weary of the green,
uneasy among the trees
Furiously, it flies to the clearing
clutching a branch with bitter claws

The little bird wants to taste stones
feel cold dampness beneath its feathers
and be overwhelmed by the North