Sparrows of paradise forgive me,
Sparrows of my childhood garden
Please forgive me.
I hurt you a lot when I was a child.
When you were dozing on the branch of my catapult
We were looking for a round stone to target
Your small chest,
To get our childhood angers out of our chests,
Please forgive me.
I laughed at your small chicks’ yellow beak,
I laughed at their unopened eyes,
I laughed at them when they fell from the shoulder of the sad Christmas tree in our garden.
I laughed when they were dead and red ants were lining to eat them.
Please forgive me
hungry sparrows of my sad land,
After you migrated
We emigrated too.
I left my sad land with my broken catapult.
Wind taught me the lessons of love,
Morning dew taught me lessons about colours,
those colours that I had never paid attention to before.
Now I can talk to the flowers,
Now I can tickle the forest.
I promise when I come back again
To the garden of childhood
I will paint your feathers with your favorite colours,
I will paint your babies’ yellow beaks with red roses
I will make them so beautiful
Just if I come back?
I promise when your chicks fall down from the shoulder of the sad trees
I will jump to save them on my shoulders just like a squirrel
Bringing them back to your arms, to your nest
If I come back
I promise
If I come back.
