The Bird

From tree to tree it walks

Completely free

A bird with a beak made of stone

In the snow it sleeps

Green trees and blue water

The Bird thinks

If the world is two colours

It is difficult to be

When the cold comes by and the water freezes

The green turns to yellow and the air seizes

The Bird will come out in the wilderness to play

As its mother teaches it to gather up the game

Winter disturbs the forest, but the Bird comes through

The end is near, the colours two, the Bird thinks happy thoughts and so should you!