The crow speaks

There once was a wise crow it said

“I carry the world upon my head”

though it’s fate was to end up dead,

the world will bloom where it will tread. 

 

There once was a wise crow it said

“ I carry the stars upon my beak”

and though it could neither sing nor speak,

it was the loudest being you ever could meet.

 

There once was a wise crow it said

“I carry the waves upon my wing”

and though it was only a foot or so,

it knew which way the tide would flow.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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