I flew out of my mountain nest
on great and powerful wings
Over oceans so wide the sun
would lose his way, and lands
So strange the moon would
forget her own name
Until I alighted in a shore so
far from my beginning it could
have been another planet
A land I had heard of in whispers
and glimpsed in color, a place
of stories and magic passed through
and untainted by time
Here I started again, learning
the new sounds, flavors, and
vibrations of those around me
I am bird who has found the
perfect tree and found a
roost away from home
Here I wait for new wind to
bring me home but I wish
it never arrives because
the air here is so close to perfect.