Gouldian Finches
I guess in some ways I’m trying to get home too.
Children, it saddens me that you don't wish to stay here with us
Led through the mist by the milk-light of moon
Grow tiny seed, you are called to the trees
Over the treetops and mountains Over the blackened ravines
But where have we come, and where shall we end?
This journey is a long one. It'll take you all around. Life rushing by your window before it lays you down
And over the bulrushes' swaying, to pluck at a pair of heartstrings.
There is only the forest.
See anybody?
No - Oh, I see you!
I see you too Greg.
Come on now young strangers weren’t you someone’s sons? How’d you find this depot ‘cause it ain’t where you belong.
What about you? Are you sure you want to leave?