Just a rondom story for my lobster

First of all greetings from İZMİR again.
today, i would like to talk about the epic of bird of simurg, the epic which came from ancient kurdish mythology. the monarch of birds (simurg) lived on top of the tree of knowledge in kurdistan and it was knew everything as a ridiculous bird. This bird' s main magic  is characterized by healing tears. it burned to death as ash, and then resurrected from his ashes. ( dont think it is copy, indeed the phoenix story from other cultures are copy, this is the mother of all the stories about phoenixs) 
  The story begin like those, 
  All birds are loved to simurg, at the same time simurg loved just one of them. simurg loved to just one female hawk. Simurg loved her stabilty and faith. All other birds be jealous on the female hawk. But most of all, the tiny little cute pigeon was jealous on the female hawk. The little pigeon, when she saw to Simurg, and Hawk, as she could not fly as high as them, she always watched from a distance to Simurg and be jealous. Her life was filled with Simurg's immortal love, and her life was filled with pain. She quietly shed tears. 
  After that, One day when Simurg went to the forest, he was attacked by a pack of wolves. simurg fought for hours. He neither lost against wolves or won. he neither dead or killed one of wolves. Birds found in the forest Simurg's wounded body and the birds. When the hawk arrived, she saw simurg with a broken wing and she cried for nights.
  There's another one down there crying silently. Little pigeon. she was adding new ones to her problems because of not seeing her beloved with broken wings.But most of all, because of someone else crying for her beloved was hurting the pigeon. she walks out at night,when everyone fall asleep, she started to live her pain in the darkness. 
  while simurg on the recovery procees, the hawk slightly started to hang out with other male birds. One day she finally left with a blind vulture to Simurg. Without going back to Simurg and saying goodbye. Simurg watched quietly their departure. in following days, the voice of angry and wounded bird's began to hear from the valley. Maybe/perhaps the laments for hawk didnt arrived to hawk but the laments of simurg arrived to little cute pigeon. After this lament, the pigeon started to fight against mountains and rocks. and she came to closer to his voice by day.
  At the same time, simurg's pain increased.When the tears in his eyes are over; There is nothing left to cool the fire inside.Simurg, who could not fly with his injured wing, burned himself with anger. Burned, burned, burned... He lost his life by shouting for days with anger and pain.
  The small pigeon, climbed to the top of the mountain after Simurg burned. She only saw his ashes.After that she began to cry silently. The first drop of the lament that was burned to immortal love fell upon the ashes, the smoke drawn, the fire respected to the love of the pigeon. Dried ashes took their lives from pigeon's tears. They took that life and gave it to Simurg. And they recreated it.
   Simurg, who is admired by everyone, has returned from her ashes thanks to the immortal love of a small pigeon. Simurg understood that; The hard thing is not to die for love, but to give life to burning bodies and steaming ashes with love. Simurg took the pigeon in his huge hands. He took it to the top of the highest cloud.
  He said; ''It doesn't matter who loves whom; who misses whom. Your tiny heart; all those loves, longings, all emotions below much more valuable than other fake birds emotions. You're stronger than me with your little body. Forgive me for recognizing your greatness late and accept the love I offer you. ''
  The pigeon accepted his love, Simurg has built a nest to the top of the cloud. And he always loved a pure, clean love. The great simurg has spent its life trying to be worthy of that little pigeon. 

information note: it is very mysterious that all people and cultures of the world  told about in their epics simurg( pphoenix). But if the history and society began in Mesopotamia according the historical sience, the first story of phoenix came from mesopotamia. The sources of the epic found on zagros mountains(kurd's mother land) from B.C. years. 
  etymology of simurg: One day, a flock of birds found a feather from the wing of Simurg. Realizing that Simurg existed, all the birds decided to go to Simurg and ask for help.Simurg's nest was at the top of Mount Zagros. To get there, there are seven valleys, all of them hard; desire, love, ingenuity, exception, monotheism, astonishment and absence(these are name of the valleys) should exceed the valley. First, Birds have begun to fly together.Some of the birds have plunged into the valley of Love, some from the herd that has broken in the Separation Valley. Nightingale remembered her love for rose and returned. The parrot used his beautiful feathers as an excuse (whereas because of his feathers it were caged). The eagle could not leave the kingdom of the high, The owl misses the ruins of it. Their numbers are steadily decreasing. In the Sixth Valley be wilderment ”and the last in the Seventh Valley“ extinctionall the birds have lost hope. When they reached Mount Zagros, there were only thirty birds left. Finally, the secret was solved by words: in  ancient kürdish language “si” means thirty,, “murg” means “bird”.
  when they found the nest, they recognized that, actually all thirty birds were in fact Simurg ; “Simurg-thirty birds” means. Actually, Each one was a Simurg. 30 birds, understood that they were actually the king they were looking for. i meant, the real journey was just a journey to themself. 
  Main idea of the this ancient epic: Unless humanity burns themself to be reborn through their ashes, unless they are willing to be a Simurg; they cannot get ride of those; swamp, roost and cage.


This part directly for u lobi:
 I still have hope

Even if I rebel as much as I want

Even if I persist they wont leave me,I have an owner

 

I still have hope

They are loving sometimes asking

Watch admirerly join id you want to or give up

 

Beatiful days, waiting for us

Just say ok and its all done

 

Head down cried silently

Would this poor heart be forgiven

Would storm ever stop,Would it ever made me man

I afraid if I ever harm the love

 

Farewell to you its enough okay

This drom should be over

This photo-novel

 

We are unripe fruit that hasn't been taken from it's branch

 

Beatiful days, waiting for us just say ok and its all done

 

If I let my self go

Like, sigh how calm

This will be over someday my darling just keep on living

Ther are lessons to take, questions to ask

This will be over someday my darling,its enough from us

 

I still have hope

Even if I rebel as much as I want

Even if I persist they wont leave me,I have an owner