Like a tortoise in race a hare
Not in haste to pass the line
Leaving his pearls unsearched
But slowly with it
Like a duck in the falling rain
Steadily through the piercing torrents
My impenetrable feathers will hide
And not get weary or tired of the fall
Like the ostrich I will not be
To hide my head in the earth
When my whole body faces it all
The shameful and hurting winds
Like the crab my whole body my home
My protection from the up sky
The unfriendly winds but not man
His sharpened iron and fire
Like the eagle to fly up high
Up the cloudy sky and forget not
The fall, my precious golden eggs
That I’ll leave out there
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