Little bird.
Floating through the sea.
The storm seemed unending.
He stood still.
One move at a time.
No wasted movement.
Alone... As he floated through the chaos.
I focused in. I was concerned.
He was small. And all alone.
He took his time.
Let the wind sway and the waves push.
Looked to the heavens.
Gave it a try... Fell. Crashed.
I was concerned.
Mere seconds later... give it another go.
Floated away into the sky.
Not so different my friend... are we?
Yours faithfully,
Qavah.
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