Even the bird,
In all its freedom,
In all its inherent wisdom,
Must face adversity.
Even the bird,
Is challenged,
By night by day,
To survive.
Even the bird,
Whom we envy for its agility,
Whom we watch with awe and astonishment,
Is bound by the inevitable laws of nature.
Even the bird,
Whom we study and document,
Whose song we so enjoy,
Must find shelter to weather the storms.
Even the bird,
Whom we observe with such wonderment,
Whom we look upon with such reverence,
Must face the changing seasons.
Even the bird,
The most nimble of creatures,
As swift and as skillful as it may be,
Must face the monsoon.
Even the bird,
The most capable little builder,
As masterly and as proficient as it may be,
Has to rebuild its nest repeatedly.
Even the bird,
The most marvelous of beings,
The most unpretentious of creatures,
Has to bare the heavy burdens of life.
How single-minded of me,
To think I was the only creature facing such catastrophes.
