Look at the crows flying high in the sky
they must know more than me
Oh Crow
How narcotic all your feathers
Volcanically brilliant in the sun
How smoothly you fly
How gently you land
How subtly you peck every sprout from my hand
But You soar higher than me, what I know or see.
You are above these seeds of dreams
You already fly
Lord
Teach me how to fight in the heights
Don't let me let them take my life.
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