Little bird, d’you know?
You are red, green and yellow,
Crown of the meadow.

When you look into
The blue skies, do you feel free?
Hunger lords o’er you.

Big bird, spotted grey,
As forceful as this hot day,
Is your loud ruckus.

When you look into
A still lake, do you see you?
Or your frightened prey?

Birds – both of you, not
Quite the same though – of unlike
Feather; yet alike.

The squiggly lil worm,
The fish and the spawn – they’re all
Born to serve you – not!

You may think that’s so,
But no – they were born, like you,
To complete the chain.

This circle of life,
Holds us all in its tight fold,
All for one and all.