And I said…
“I want a spirit that is calm
I want a spirit that swims
In the heavens
I want a spirit that makes
A sweet, sweet song
I want a spirit that preys
With exacting precision
I want a spirit that crows at dawn
I want a spirit that flies by night
I want a spirit that will fight
And give its life
To protect its young
I want a spirit that hovers
Over the waters
I want a spirit that finds rest
In the nest that is best
When all of its work is done”
Came the reply…
“Look to the birds of all the fields
I gave them flight
So they’d never need to run
Their wings are mine
And my wings are yours
My child…
We are one”
