"I think the heron gives pleasure to those who appreciate the principle of authority..."

I like to sit and watch the heron.  He has his own little world.

He has a white body.  His breast is delicate and elegantly curved.  He has a small head and a very large beak, which symbolizes the capacity to captivate, foresee, and act from a distance.

But you only perceive that it moves when it raises its broad foot and steps forward.  What long legs and elegant gait!

He walks with elegance and distinction, as one who commands an empire: it commands with such finesse and authority in its small world! 

I think the heron gives pleasure to those who appreciate the principle of authority.

Elegance is that excellent quality that we see when strength and delicacy are combined.

At a certain moment, the heron stirs. 

It spreads its wings and flies away: Farewell, marshes!  Farewell, insects!

The sky also belongs to the heron.  Beyond all else, it seems to own the sun that strikes its wings and makes them shine as if they were made of snow.

The heron parts the air with a flight much more elegant than the elegance of its walk.  In the air, the heron lives its greatest moments.