Who tells the bird it’s time to fly,
what is far beyond a horizon,
where is a cloud going,
why did a branch split there,
when will next not come?
I don’t know.
Yet, still, I marvel
at the splendor
I can feel
but can’t comprehend.
Who tells the bird it’s time to fly,
what is far beyond a horizon,
where is a cloud going,
why did a branch split there,
when will next not come?
I don’t know.
Yet, still, I marvel
at the splendor
I can feel
but can’t comprehend.
