As the winter's day was ending,
in the entry of the night.
The starling took flight.
To home, to far away places.
Where her family left their traces.
She would follow them all alone,
Where the wind had blown.
Ships had set sail to the unknown.
She would follow the promise of the ocean.
Join the crew in their eternal devotion.
Who else is more beautiful than she
The one that is free, the zee.
Unrelenting. Never-ending.
