The crow speaks
There once was a wise crow it said
“I carry the world upon my head”
though it’s fate was to end up dead,
the world will bloom where it will tread.
There once was a wise crow it said
“ I carry the stars upon my beak”
and though it could neither sing nor speak,
it was the loudest being you ever could meet.
There once was a wise crow it said
“I carry the waves upon my wing”
and though it was only a foot or so,
it knew which way the tide would flow.
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