A dipping, sipping bird with feathers colored bright
Symbolic of life’s cycles, but something’s not right.
Dependent on external forces, it sips from a source,
In an interconnected cycle, relentless in its course.

Water’s touch, the catalyst for its rhythmic show,
Reliant on heat exchange for its ebb and flow,
Persistently it dips, a motion seemingly without end,
Facing challenges, and limitations, it refuses to bend.

Resilience is no compliment in this steady-clicking song
It persists despite being limited, what could go wrong?
In this act of balance, we see systematic grace,
Reflecting, so it seems, predictable reason in this place.

Equilibrium is sought in this comical dance,
Harmony is achieved but only in a fleeting glance.
Time is an unyielding force that marks its sway,
The bird in constant motion is a journey on display.

Change is inevitable, so say the wise,
A cyclical truth when above is open skies.
Yet it is a mindless repeating of a purpose unknown,
where actions are irrelevant in monotony’s zone.

A commentary on habits, less than sublime,
The dipping bird mirrors mindless, rhythmic time.
In perpetual motion is this bird without flight,
A dipping, sipping creature, a rhythmic delight.

Symbolic of life’s cycles, in patterns and routines,
Simple, and yet all is not as it seems.
In the myth of equality, it’s a slap in the face
The bird’s rhythm reflects a binding disgrace.

Equality? Should that be our only stance?
Equilibrium? Limitations are not balance!
Change is inevitable, so, how is this bird wise?
It’s a cyclical tale in a world where no bird flies.

Perpetual motion, a dipping, sipping song,
Hidden is the fear that the bird does not belong.
Trapped in dependency on resilience, never taking flight,
In the dipping bird’s existence, the bird is not alright.