A warm wind blows south
While a cold one goes north
And a bird flies them both
Trying to find a balance
Within the change
When warm winds fly south
And cold birds fly north.
Then the green bird
With black feathers
Sat on a branch
On a tree
On a cliff
Between forest and plain
Between mountain and sea
Between living and life.
That green bird sat
Watching the winds move
North and south
And thinking: which way to go?
Then a whisper from the wind said:
“Lift your wings.”
And so the green bird
With black feathers did.
And so she sailed north
Then south
Then…