In the name of flying,

In a gesture of condescending attitude, overlooking the world,

You are set up high by the wind of nothingness.

Above God, the gold-plated artifacts and the God beasts on the building top.

Your pace leisurely in the pious and loyal hearts of people.

Actually your behaviors are not so important.

In fact, it does not matter what you are.

You befall as an envoy with goodness and peace.

The earth is thankful, appreciative, and praying to you.

You seem to be used to dominating the visions of people.

Your tweet sound is mysterious extremely.

It may have the overwhelming resonating.

As long as you are above the Vatican,

Every feather you have,

Is the omnipotence cloak of God’s.

Hunger makes you return to the real world to accept people’s feeding.

Now, I’m sure, you’re a little bird after all.