I walked along the shore and saw,
as I walked, many trees
that had been felled by gusts of wind
as birds sang in the breeze.
That's not really it, but it's a reinvention of sorts. The point is, I wondered how a bird could sit so contentedly in a tree during a storm strong enough to uproot the trees they built their very nests in. It actually goes like this...
How can it be
that a bird can make
to stay atop a tree
when a tree, itself,
is made to topple
over by the breeze
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