When I was a little bird; living in a nest.
I learned to fly and when I did, I headed for the West.
The sky was blue, with winds so fair, the trip a pleasant one.
I flew so high while traveling far; my guide, it was the sun.
I landed in a redwood tree that climbed up to the sky.
It grew so high, so straight, and true, it made me wonder why.
The answer didn't matter much, because it was a tree.
What mattered more was if it was a proper home for me.
The view from up atop the tree was beautiful indeed.
I saw the land below me; spread out next to the sea.
So here I sit upon the branch, prepared to build a nest.
It never would have happened if I hadn’t flown west.~Jay Olson
