Where are the birds
As my eyes move over and past
And the trees whisper in loneliness
Where are the birds
As the wind blows touch-less to feather
Blinded and blackened in breath
Where are the birds
As feelings wash outward of a world
A world soon lost or never to have been found
Where are the birds
Where is the sight
Where is the knowing
Where is the earth-amongst the marching form of its troubled child
I stop, amongst those desperate to arrive
And I wonder in their blur
Where are the birds...
And from a trees still growth came
"Brother, they are with wings
What need of they to stay here"
"You will find them
Where life is one
And the lives of all things made of our mother, are life"
mF
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