The Common Stoicism

Hidden resilience

With feathers all aligned

Have only been described

Of the common stoicism a bird I've never found

Wildest silence

Intrinsic to its kind

With spirit held inside

How can I even listen for what never makes a sound

Valley and mountain you'll know

When I come and when I go

'Cause all of nature seems to have heard me

Further down the path that I'm traversing

'Cause I catch myself singing

More than quietly observing

Hunting wondering

If it's to kill or tame

Or just the thrill of game

What would I do if I caught one?

If I can't hold it down

Valley and mountain you'll know

When I come and when I go

'Cause all of nature seems to have heard me

Further down the path that I'm traversing

'Cause I catch myself singing

More than quietly observing