There once was a bird
who sat on a branch
The branch of a tree-
Just imagine that!
The bird did hop higher
Till the wind came around
And from the branch fell the bird
Down, down, down
It smashed on the ground
wrenching in two
it's guts spilled on the leaves
A panic did there ensue
"Why?" Asked the deer
"Why would he jump?
Could he not see from the branch?
He was too far up!"
Along came the white owl
wise and fat
And he gave them their answer
just answered with fact
"There is a great lesson
Here to be learned
It's about what you're told
And more important-
what you heard."
"This little bird,
a song bird no doubt
Was high in the tree
when he fell all the way down."
"From the day he was born,
He was told not to fly,
And with no knowledge of wings,
Fell with grace from the sky."
"But in that deep moment
The air rushing past
He felt grace and poise,
He could breathe his last."
"He found it more pleasurable
To die in the act
To give all you got,
And never look back."
-Jessica Carpenter-