I hear the chirps

of the singing birds

as they fall the leaves

on the playground

of the nature

this beauty all it seems

catch them you can’t

they seem to fly

high above the head

even in the winter sky

they speak a lull

as a distant flower in sight

and I

muzzle into peace

brought under the tress

as they bring out

I choose to speak

in unison

with the ground

to birds

in their sounds

they care

care a lot

too much

for us

they say

they live

they say

they die

they say

they breathe

the whole sky


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