Xue-Yun

Oh Blue Jay what do you seek, Upon the ground, Amongst the blanket of leaves? Is not your place amongst the skies, In the winds fickle sea? Why is it then, Amongst the dirt and blades of grass, For but a moment you spend with me? Tell me Blue Jay. What is it like to fly? To feel the wind fill ones wings? To be so near the heavens, And with the softest sigh, Return once more to light upon the ground? Maybe I'll know the feeling, When in my grave I lie. Perhaps this is the only time, For those who can not soar, When for us our wings are found, And we fly the heavens forever more.