Speak, Bird, Speak!

Little Bird, Speak to me.
Tell me what you see:
From the great heights in which you fly,
To the tales you’ve gathered while low to the ground.
Your song is a sweet, soothing sound
And surely is born from the womb of
Enlightenment or madness.
The two are the same and, whichever, it matters not).
Tell me all you’ve learned, all that you know.
I wish I could see through your eyes,
That I could go where you go.
I wish I could he brave and fly like you.


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