What is the plan of the cosmos
In their calm explosion of color
Where do I reside
In the waters below the fall rocks
Seeping through the crevices of time
Looking for a home to call mine
Where should I unfold my wings
Does the wind give preference to its own
Did the magic of life become mundane
With too much knowledge of the unknown
Cast no more stones on our thoughts, please
It is our duty
It is my passion and occupation
It is my life,
Mine to unfold
Unfolding my wings on the tree
Where I'm perched and awaiting no command
Only for the right breeze.