Feathering their nest-
Birds are born with a dream,
I never fed the past, with them-
Living our life supreme.
Levitating with their wings-
Diving into realities of nature,
One reason why bird sings,
Seeing goodness in every creature.
Out of every bird in the air,
Our wings are space born-
Was it too much to bare?
Denser than a stone,
Collecting twigs in my hair-
Are they ever alone?
@metasophical