My feathers ruffle in the robust breeze,

It forces me back into my haven,

But I will persist,

For I do not know of the trees that lay beyond mine,

The perspectives of the sun to encounter,

For I am certain of none of it,

And none is my dreams,

For I live as the bug in the air,

The snake in the grass,

And everywhere in between,

For one lives a thousand lives,

Only if it lives in others,

Of those beyond the tree,

Beyond the nest.