The bird is a bird; it does what it does naturally.
Instincts are effortless without a trace of doubt.
When it flies, it just flies. When it dives, it just dives.
How do we know that a bird is just a bird actually?
Does it ever waver or gamble with its’ own instincts?
Is it ever preoccupied or worried about frivolous things?
We can’t deny how it gracefully moves like the breeze.
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