It takes a little courage to bend some more,
A few grains to nourish some souls,
Scattered on the earthen floor,
Bit by bit, their beaks pick..
From the tree’s trunk, scanning if there is anymore,
Like a blessed treasured, it is all poured,
Fragmented and tiny but all dispersed!
Each opening in its time like a mystic door,
Such a sight, leading from heart to azure!