Not on a bough you sit Wise Bird
But all the same
You feel the calm serene
As sitting on a bough.
I
I, Human am not so.
My pride makes me go
For the bough,
prefer it.
And
If I have it I will grieve.
And
Should I continue to grieve I shall protest.
But you Wise Bird you sit
All the same
Feel the calm serene
As sitting on a bough.
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