A tiny bird lived on a river-side tree
It flew as much as its wings could carry
Once it went a bit far into the delta
Sat on a ships mast a sight it never saw
`Twas cozy, felt dozy, fell into snooze long
Woke up to find that the ship had gone into far
Deep seas, terrified the little bird thought
Breathed hard, pumped energy, it flew up north
No land, days end it came back to the mast
Next days it tried to fly south, west and east
`midst waters in ship alone it found its hope
Settled there,`mong sailors found its true home
North, east, west, south all directions we fly
To find that in our own hearts all good things lie.
24/5/2002; Direct into the computer
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