The red cockatoo waiting for its friends 

In the big and the dark forest, 

As the sun smoothly sets the more he gets scared 

Its dreams are big and high

But he can reach them with his wings,

It’s as beautiful as a red shining star.

As the cockatoo gracefully passed me with a gentle touch I realised this bird was beautiful with its

Colour less but the time I wanted to see it it suddenly stepped close to me,

I felt like drawn to this bird by its kindness and beauty.

Is there anyone who is this beautiful?

It’s like a scary ant, it never knows when it is going to die.

The trees get bored when they look at him cuz he has been sitting there for hours.