the sun

There was a bird that was lost, and far from home. He didn't know his way back. He thought he came from the east but wasn't sure. Every night he looked far off in the sunset, trying to find the way to his distant home. He wondered when he would see it again. His heart ached with great desire, with his soul desire was to return home, return to his destiny. Everyday he gave a little more of himself, trying to figure out his situation. His heart ached with every beat. Then one day it came to him, if he followed the sun, then maybe he could find his way home. He now knew his soul's desire, his passion. An ache to follow the sun.