Once There Was A Bird Of Mystery

once there was a bird of mystery

that built its nest so high O

being free from the gloomy exposure on a mountaintop

and when the big, big, big storm

of undulation starts to advance the bird of mystery

begins a dance around and around

seeing everything from on its high nest

and singing in a sad wave warning

in a loud wail throughout the landing on

a long and heavy shimmering cloud

underneath inspiring higher, awe

was heard high from a mountaintop as the blue water

a-drops from the sky falling unstoppable

all day and into all night a bird of mystery unfolds

its mighty wings exorcising the storm

winds impelled upon the nest so high so dry

and in warm awe of misconceptions

of saving everyone who got outta there 

what remains cleaning up with tears from

the flood rains unbeknownst ways

confidence however long that can take 

a great and mighty bird of mystery holds out

its wings wide exceedingly great and made the blue water

roll off and a-drops from its wings

its mighty wings onto the new rock of a big, big

big mountain down, down, down

melting snowfall off the tail feathers way down below

it will flow to the great rivers underneath

appearing, viewing everyone in no matter how many points

there are on a blank leaf a-lasting away when

they heard what they will not want to know

who is that singing that music that says so much gloom

high up on the roadside emerged with lonesome

sounds a calling on that sounded sad

like a great and mighty bird of mystery that sings

sometimes in a sad wave bringing declares one thimbleful

can a poet because one wrote hold fast improving is here

upon in some unbeknownst ways that

has not been said or been spoke before rapid

lets rejoice rejoice, rejoice and enjoy the journey

there the water is here, the water is here, awe

is wet and wild and wonderful, awe

is well again if that is one thing everyone knows

and sings so proud of the pains and in the flowing pleasures

a bird of mystery many thanks for your wings

to better keep safe and sound to fulfill

warm music, art in all form herein the nestlings left word

feeling high and dry it's, awe, on a mountaintop

if ever so the drops of night got inside flowing down

down, down onto the great river went throughout

the new rock of the big, big, big mountain silent

as a hand writen from the heartunbeknownst reaching down

into the ground below will take it up one to go

when unto a-plow in the pastoral dream in a field 

another path a leaf brown will make

everything beautiful again, awe, has grown this

within from its mighty wings the great bird of mystery

singing changing nothing within but all wise again

will dance, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice

and enjoy the long journey, the water is here

the water is here, awe, is wet

and wild and wonderful, awe, is all well again