So many plans were once set in motion
So many seeds were scattered around
Start with a place, the simplest notion
And wait for those germs to root in the ground.
A place full of stories, sadness and woe
A home for the tragic, the root of a song
Such fertile ground to help those seeds grow
Then let nature work, it wont take too long
Along came the child, after a while
A vessel to groom, a mind to shape
Stroking her dreams with cunning and guile
All to ensure she'd fit the landscape
Now all these seeds are reaching fruition
Branches so full of ripeness to choose
No one can say that bird lacked ambition
Touching the Warp with nothing to lose.