Flee, Little Bird

Flee little bird,
Fly high, fly low.
Fly to the sky where all dreams grow.

But the sun sinks down,
The moon floats up.
As the sky turns pink then grey.
So little bird flys down,
To the ground,
To his nest full of hay.

Then the sun shoots up,
The moon sails down.
And so little bird peeps...
Then creeps forward and forward.
Then lunges into the air,
Sailing into the sky.
Never ever daring to look back.

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