It's a vast wide empty featureless sky
And no bird in it knows how or why

One zips frantically from tree A to B
Another floats aimlessly looking for a place to be

Some gather in a flock and just sing a happy song
While some solitary search for a perch to belong

Some show their colours at hello, some at goodbye
Some survive with pride, some thrive on the sly

Some stay grounded, for them the sky is a wretched thing
While some yet learn to soar again with a broken wing

Some are born with talons, some destined to be prey
Some see the light in the morning, some at close of day

Some see as the worm, some from up on high
Still, no bird in it really knows how or why.