At the top of the tree the Magpie cleans
Its beak. Free from cares and worries and woes
I think. But I'm not sure by any means
He might be just as stressed as me, who knows?
I bet the world looks really good from there
I wonder if those birds can see the sea?
If I had wings I think I'd like to share
With all my friends the things revealed to me.
My children walk and run and laugh and play,
With not a thought to gratitude or fear,
They know, I think, that nighttime follows day,
But sense also that dawn is always near.
From deepest earth to highest stars above,
I wish that I could fill the world with love.
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