Watching the sky and thinking a thought: Why am I not a falcon? Why am I not flying? Why, Lord, have you not granted me wings? I would the earth forsake and fly to the heavens.

Far beyond the clouds, further from earth away, To seek my fate, welcoming grief, And from the stars seeking mercy, from the sun begging care To bathe in their light, to drown sorrows therein.

Mykhailo Petrenko 1841