I woke up one day, on a distant shore,
The sunrise bloomed, a nice day to adore,
A white flag was flapping in the wind and never tore,
Who would have guessed such calmness could occur.

Two chattering birds flew down to my feet,
Each in its beak held a tinny gift,
Each gift decorated with pearls and beads,
And each gift had a perilous glint.
Two little birds descended in my mind,
Giving birth to some tinny thoughts of mine,
If we work together I think we can achieve,
Peace of mind and everlasting time.

I reached for one gift and found it full with bliss,
A feeling to be described only in music or in birth,
I tried grabbing it with both of my hands,
But the bliss had disappeared, and the bird had already
flown.

The second I opened, excited and thrilled,
I was immediately wrapped with magnificent peace,
I closed my eyes, lied back and crossed my feet,
But something was telling me to look to the east.

A third bird had miraculously flown in,
In its tinny beak it held a third pretty little gift,
It contained no bliss; it had in it no peace,
I discovered to my amazement it contained my most precious
wish.