Birds

If I had to put this into words what I was thinking about the birds: I'd say "I think they have it made" existing in life with anothers aid The insects they dine on throughout their day the water they drink when the sky is grey and in the winter they fly away, only to return on any given spring day When they're here when the season is through they'll be singing songs for me and you The sand and the sea beneath their wings somewhere we've all lost, these precious things so take sometime to think about what society wants us to do without Stop and smell the roses along the way listen to the birds they've got a lot to say