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We look out into the distance and see,

Flying down is a beautiful bird,

I am unsure of its species and appearance,

However, as we sit and admire I doubt I have ever seen anything so beautiful,

As the majesty swoops down near the green grass,

Than ascends towards her blue sky.

Some time passes and our bird friend appears to have abandoned us,

He has fled perhaps somewhere sunnier as the black clouds begin to close in,

Out of the corner a new bird appears,

A black silhouette, an ominous shadow,

He too, swoops down near the green grass,

Than ascends towards his dark sky.

Again a period of time passes and another bird chooses to leave us behind,

But yet again another appears and the storm comes to a close,

With this one the sky has balanced, and the full beauty of the world can be seen,

It flies in and out of the green grass, tiptoeing its way through the field,

It is perfect, the perfect bird and the perfect bird,

It too ascends towards the sky and leaves us behind however.

Perhaps the right bird is none at all, for they will always find a greener pasture.