We have but one fragile life
One opportunity to tell the secrets
of the soul, But like a bird
gliding over the water
We are caught in the momentum,
everyday navigating the peaks
of the waves, the shifting breeze
and the glare of the sun
A bird gliding over the water
tells us its secrets discretely,
in a pure rhythm, somehow giving life
to the world around it
It dances with the elements -
if it knows sorrow, it does not let on
It moves naturally and with determination,
full of its own spirit
