Song of the birds

The one song, of the birds

Everyday, it changes words

Such melody from a tiny beak

The meaning we cannot seek

Birds hold their secrets close

Under their feathery clothes

With their air soaked wings

They are free of earthly strings

Their world, is of the free

We join, when we can see

The vastness of our own sky

Where awareness can fly

Filled with the song of the silent

Even a whisper would be violent

With the melody of this speck

Fear can’t keep freedom in check