The wind sometimes blows birds out of
The trees, and the birds might even fall
For a second. But then they fly up and up,
Until they find a sturdier limb on which
To perch. Or they ride the breeze, feeling
The strength of the current in their
Feathers, enjoying the sensation and
Power of the mighty gusts. A bird
Becomes one with the air, be the air still
Or moving. A bird learns where the air is
Calm, and where it is strong, using both
To its advantage, responding to changes
As they occur. Make me like a bird!
