Like a tortoise in race a hare
Not in haste to pass the line
Leaving his pearls unreached
But slowly with it
Like a duck in the falling rain
Steadily through the piercing torrents
My impenetrable feathers will me hide
And not get weary or tired of the fall
Like the ostrich I will not be
To hide my head in the ground
When my whole body
Face 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 will leave out there
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