a high high spire of natural rock and atop it, the great nest

millions of young birds tumble, step, soar and flap out of the nest into the air down the spire over the plains on the winds through the storms around the mountains

resting at times searching more

and everywhere the cacophony of jabbering little birds: joy and encouragement frustration and pain

but in the end we all know where we're going every last one of us

we shall all meet yes all of us in the eye of the sun

(by Guy, must have been from circa 2000 first posted to Yahoo Groups)