This bird may be brave, but when you think about it,
He is getting to trust humans, when we let him trust us.
This bird may be scared, but he's gaining to know the calm and trustiness of me,
By testing me in all different ways.
This bird might be smart, by pecking the human and testing the reaction.
And this bird knows how to trust, so am I.
He has found a feast in the river, so delicious, that gives him trust.
Point Richmond is his home, while I have come to visit.
He is a symbol of Nature, showing how he represents himself Is his way,
Showing strength that we can't see, the feeling that is in him, on the inside,
While we can’t see through.
He says I have an idea, so do we.
He is ready to take off, to the unknown worlds of the skies.
He goes back home. I don’t know where, somewhere he knows that we cannot see.
Another one is alone, the wild goose refuses food and drink,
his calls searching for the flock.
Who feels compassion for that single vanishing in a thousand distant clouds?
And that is how I saw through his feeling.