Magpie flies above the trees
Turns my head toward the sun
Drops of rain upon the leaves
Fall off one by one
In the breeze

Cockatoo with a friend
Flies above our heads
To the waves on Refuge Cove
With wattle of green and red
It grows

I'm sorry, friends, I seem to have
Fallen right through the Earth
It seems to have happened when
I was wishing I was a bird
That flies