To consist of feather and bone,
is but a great honor.

That which gives weight to existence,
and bares all its strength and weakness,
ever changing, and yet ever present,

And that which gives life
the opportunity of flight;
to take its structure,
and let it soar.
Gaining new perspective;
giving it as well.

These bones they will break,
and feathers will fall,
But fear not the death,
for it would not exist,
without the life preceding.

Give thought to that which you are made;
Be conscious of the fleeting thoughts and emotions
to which you give flight,
for there is no greater gift,
than the solidity of our matter,
and the flight of our being.