There once was a flock of birds All turquoise with yellow beaks Flying together In a V
They like to decide things Like how to sing how to flap your wings
Sometimes this flock Makes some mistakes though Like saying the only way to soar Is throughout sideways flying Even when some can't do it
Some birds try And they fall
And now they're on the ground Feeling alone and scared Afraid they'll fly back up wrong To get back in the V
The lucky ones Find others who fell And let the ones who want to fly upside down The ones who fly straight Backwards Or even walk with their legs on thin air Do their thing
They soar up And they fly free Together In their own way
The V is society. Some can't be like them, or follow their rules or expectations. We just need to find eachother.
(This note was written by an elephant who enjoyed breakdancing. He wore shimmery clothes and did his thing. He didn't have a name. He was Infinity.)