Bird flying in the dark...
The wind under my wings,
I see the light ahead
And try to reach my goal.
I struggle but I fail,
Frustration fills my head.
The gust of wind is strong,
It blows me off the course.
I find a shelter then
Atop a mighty tree
Among some local birds
Who tell me that the light
Is cold and hard as stone
And 'building' called by day.
Amazed, I can't believe,
The wind has saved my life?
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