A little bird flew across the mountains
In a quest to find the overflowing fountain.
He met a fellow with sharp talons
Who taught him how to deal with cannons.
Humming songs and moving joviality
He gathered passion and vitality.
Shrewd eyes watched his various moves
Ready to guide with wisdom through the grooves.
Beauty and love came in many forms
Helped weather through different storms.
Stopping at the green prosperous destination
He stretched his arms and legs in relaxation.
Far away a Raven cawed
Speaking of riddles and acts of God.
Nearby a glittering white light crashes
And the phoenix will rise again from the ashes.
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A person is born, he learns, he explores, he lives,
he enjoys, he experiences, he lives, he lives..
he falls and somehow he rises again
or
he dies and somewhere a new life is born again
and the circle goes on..