Go where the birds roam where they want. A place where they always come back,
on a tree, underneath the sunlight. Living naturally within the forest that nurtures them
cares for them
that plays with them
that holds the weight of their bodies after they move onto the next life
and places it upon the soil
where the spirits of birds before them dance
chirping to the tune of love songs
sung from centuries ago
as they fly in transparent images
that merge and dissolve within our memories
when we close our eyes
we smell the scent of
nature
the joy of these birds
and it’s the most selfish
altruistic thing to feel,
that their joy fills our senses with
eternal bliss
