Birds stops flying Triolet

The bird flies and skips, branch to branch,
finds no place, to have the complete rest.
On a day it would have got the chance,
The bird flies and skips, branch to branch.
In Garden of Eden, at last would launch.
Shall find, there; its sweet celestial nest.
The bird flies and skips, branch to branch,
finds no place, to have the complete rest.

The bird stops flying and to skip,
she gets exact place, to finally rest.

Now no more distress, finished her trip.

The bird stops flying and to skip.
To the tree of life, she would clip.

Fruits of the Eden, she shall taste.  

The bird stops flying and to skip,
she gets exact place to finally rest.