A magical story of colors floats in the breath of the forest,
As if the sky itself has come and decorated it with a name.
A blue-yellow light peeks through the green chest,
As if a nameless love is tied to the melody of colors.
The bird stands on the other side of the silence,
Thousands of unknown days are frozen in its eyes.
The morning sun shines on the shell of its wings,
It feels like someone has softly said, Come, you are my sun.
The best peace in the world is in the blue feathers,
All fatigue disappears in the green light of its chest.
A gentle, cool wave flows in the shadow of the yellow wings,
As if someone said in a soft voice, I am here, what is the fear,
Give me both my hands.
The colors of her body are like the wet patterns of a dream,
Which no one can touch, only feel the pattern with her breath.
She stands on a branch, a fire touched by light,
As if a new melody of love is formed in silence.
Not alone, yet as if a king of her own,
The gentle wind touched her and said, "My fascination with you still rings today."
The rays of the sun came and placed a crown of blue flowers on her head,
It seemed that love itself had come and given her the best fragrant bouquet.
The bird's chest glowed like a diamond at the touch of light,
If anyone saw it, they would say that this beauty was not painted by man, but by nature.
When the wind melts through the gaps in the leaves and places its hand on her,
Then it seems that love never speaks in words, but in colors.
The bird looks somewhere towards a distant dream,
How it pulls me, as if you and I too will one day drown in such a light in the stream of the universe.
In its blue, I search for the expanse of the sky,
In its green, I search for a soft interior.
And in its yellow, I find the calm touch of a warm day,
As if saying, no matter how difficult life is, keep the year of consciousness within the colors.
This bird is like a lost song of my heart,
Which has returned to this light today and has made me a surprising honor.
Its gaze says that illusion is not only something to see, but also has a place to feel,
Where love is silent, yet it awakens in the heart.
I think that no one has taught me so many colors of life,
Nature has taught me, seeing through the eyes of this little bird.
So today, looking at it, it seems that love is never something to be desired,
Love only comes like a color, like itself, in its own time.
And I hold these colors close to my heart,
The colors that taught me that beauty is born in silence,
And love is born in the light of the bird that stands in the gap.
