A Plover's Ponderings

little plover, little plover

let me mend your broken wing

let me teach you how to dance

let me show you how to sing

though the world is wearisome and wicked

and you may be terribly small

the wind and waves call for your gracing

you were made to fly, not crawl

so leave this tainted, dying place

follow me to the ocean blue

i know that you can soar in time

for i was once a broken plover, too