Three little birds standing on a tree
One is plagued by thoughts of falling the ground
One is scared still it learns to trapeze
One has a choice, wings and freewill

Two little birds standing on a tree
Two is unsure of what lies beyond the eyes can see
Two stays within the lines of safe
Two has a choice, wings and freewill

One little bird standing on a tree
Three's a master in solitude
Three has learned from One and Two
Three has a choice, wings and freewill

No bird left standing on the tree
One was found dead on the ground, stone wound on its head
Two did explore, found it anticlimactic and languished in despair
Three found peace in the birdlife of sitting on trees and it wasn't enough
They had a choice, wings and freewill