How did you discover me?
There came a sound of flying wings for more than a thousand years.
A listener for stirring wings.
Bird soared so high that he almost touched the clouds and no room to fly.

Looked up, saw a large piece of sky and went there; in peace for the rest of the time.
With dew on a sinking star and birds share the dawn,
against my face.

Evening may sit down and windswept spaces.
They come, they go away.
Leaning on the sky, stars shine like a wing.
With the dawn, I awaken...

Bright tin bird.
Earth is collecting space.