A bird flies high
A city below.
The people look up
But this bird
they do not know.
They cannot know.
Not yet.

Too high
this bird doth soar.
Above the clouds
far above the heads
of those below.

One day these people build
Higher and higher.
One day they may see
That bird
That dared to fly higher
but could not be seen,
its song unheard,
its voice unfathomable,
its feathers too beautiful.

Until this time
They do not know.
But until that time
this bird doth grow.