The Wind-Up Bird

Creak, creeaaak,
The wind-up bird sings.
It sneaks into the trees at dawn
To wind up the world's spring.
And even though some twenty years
Have come and gone,
And years of hurt and fears
Await you, fly on!
Even if you feel that you
Are dangling by a string.
Let that strange, invisible force
Drive you in your future course
Through life, and let
The sound of ever-creaking worlds
Take you in its wings.