Down the road I saw a man,
Giving seeds to birds with a gentle hand.
Beside him stood a young boy,
Smoking, lost in a fleeting joy.

One basked in the symphony of flight,
Eyes filled with peace, heart feather-light.
The other, adrift in a digital glow,
Chasing whispers only the winds know.

The man knew the rhythm of time,
Each moment a melody, simple, sublime.
The boy, ensnared in a restless chase,
Seeking solace in a hollow space.

Two paths, two tales under one sky —
One rooted in stillness, one rushing by.
The birds flew free with the man’s grace,
While the boy’s world turned at a frantic pace.