Night time owl,I hear you speak. You carry the wind within your beak. As night becomes your mist, your cloak, wonderful worlds you do evoke.Your eyes but stars against the sky, your wings, bounteous, I watch you fly. Such grace and skill, strength and beauty. Nature is our duty.

My branch has broken, the wind was strong, said the tree to the bird, as he heard his song. Your branch is perfect said the bird to the tree, just look and me, and the honey bee. There is beauty is every thing you see, beauty in you and beauty in me. Do not cry, but fly.