Birds -
Walking forests was once not a matter of everyday.
I remember my first day, i walked scared and fumbling!
Ten things on my mind, some hopeless blind following–
Curious distractions and soo many inquiries,
and two birds to guide me to my place–
And here’s me a year later, writing abt the many birds i came across–
Beautiful, tender souls; adventurous, thirsty crows–
Sparrows and blue jays and wise owls!
Oh to watch them fly, soar and glide.. And prey!
Many a lessons i learnt, of life and faith,
friendship and fate, love and hate,
Etiquette. Respect. To smile and to move on–
I learnt to live, to laugh, to love, to reconnect. To!
To be me, to be in space, in company.
To adjust, to share, to call for help.
To be there in time, in need, an embrace to hold.
For when this forest gets to cold,
There’s comfort in knowing the way to warmth.
But alas, they are birds, they live in nests.
Fragile, temporary homes. They leave–
And you only return to empty twigs
Bundled in a sense of cozy. Until you switch.
Hoping there’ll always be more, other birds.
