Birds Dance Man Cannot Hear
Birds move in synchronized harmony, no wasted motion. Truly a original ballet in the air. No worry or care. Priorities are gathering food, raising healthy young, and building and maintaining a nest.Unlike Man, who can’t let go of the rest. Wouldn’t be nice, if man could mimic nature, all races and colors comfortable gathering at the same feeder. Instead of decades old conflicts causing countless bleeders. In the air above downtown concrete, desert sands, mountains, and seas, birds frolic and play,for all to see. To bad we can’t tune in to the rhythm they hear, we can see but choose to turn a deaf ear. The rhythm is broadcast all night and day, played on the real instruments, not the electronic kind, by Mother Nature’s rock band. Why can’t we hear it, and dance to it our own way, walking in the same direction, not farther away.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2021
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