The never ending poem (feel free to add to it)
 

all this chirping hope
bush after bush
I'm writing letters again
why can't they leave me alone
I shut the windows but they're too loud
and they fill every free space
until the whole day is wasted
and in dreams they follow me
sparrows sparrows sparrows sparrows
my head is full of them

...and Then I remembered ...
After EVERYTHING I had forgotten...
That without the "chatter" of the birds ...
I would be nothing...

Until....?

...And we do not understand the lyric of the birdsong.
We hear it every day..
We hear the voice
But do not understand the words
Because we are not birds ...

And YET .... We are all too familiar with its sound.
It's beauty
It's presence...
And without it we would mourn the loss of our Angels
Because the birds are like Angels.

And just like Angels..
We understand the whispers...

downy little angel whispers
love be happy
here is a tiny seed
nobody's looking
look
within
it
everything you ever wanted
softest feathers in the world

A seed there is within

A seed needs to be watered

Water needs the heat of the sun

To evaporate...

And fall on the seed

The rain completes the cycle

As the sun Smiles

All within grows

The cycle of life

The dance continues

Here and there.

As the sun smiles...

In all her glorious golden hues
She never asks why, how or when
Will life change
She simply shines

All the while,
Being as only the sun can be
Everything moving together
Working together
To bring new seeds

Of life into creation