The Dove flies East, and the Crow does too
And so they meet, and so they woo
The land below, is blue and green
The sky above is in between

The Crow flies North, the Dove flies South,
And where they meet is where the earth gives out
To rise above, air like a stream
To follow the wind, is each bird’s dream

The Dove Flies East, the Crow flies West
And where they land, is where they rest
They trust their wings, but all too soon,
They follow the sun, they follow the moon

-Kingston Bunkley