Song of the Birds prose

I am the messenger of nature, passing on the words of nature with my song; I am a singer of heaven, playing on earth; I am a spirit who can sing and dance, playing among the branches of the trees.

I am a rainbow of seven colors, from the clouds to the paintings.

I am a soothing singer who makes you feel good.

In the early morning, I sang in the branches to wake up the sleeping forest; at night, with a longing for the light, I slept in the nest.

I traveled in the wilderness, like a shooting star, across the sky; I slept in the garden, the petals falling to cover me with a warm quilt, and the moon staring at me tenderly.

I drank the white dew of the trees, smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and watched the sun rise in the east and set in the west.

I sing euphemistically, and the flowers dance for me.

I sing about this wonderful world and deliver the message of nature.