Little bird I am
Flitting and fleeting
One sudden move and I'm off
Into the sky
To perch atop a tree
Observing what interactions of quality look like
Circling that which may please my eye
Hovering over a warm breeze
Until you see who I really am
I will sing my swansong into the wind
She will carry the love I breathe
With care
And contentment
You and I are separated
No need to further divide
Let us join in our communal struggle
