I peer out of a window frame located somewhere in my house
And to my surprise find little birdies finding breakfast in my yard.

A take to them instantly,
Watching them,
Because last night was especially hard for me
And this was the most calming thing I would ever see.

I stand there for about five minutes or more, enjoying every second.
And then I wonder; what if humans could be like birdies?

Think about it, the birdies have absolute freedom.
They aren't lead by herds or democracies, only flocks.
And those flocks come together and make peace
To get a common goal fulfilled.

They may fly off into the distance
The wind running through their feathery wings
And the best part is
Once they leave, they don't have to come back.

They fend for themselves
And do things how they like
Without being ridiculed by anyone else every moment.

They are naturally beautiful creatures
And have spunky tempers,
But are still stunning in both ways
Nonetheless.

As I peer out of the window in that room, I get upset.
Oh how I wish I was as brave and as wonderful as these creatures.
Because I have always wanted to find my own sanctuary in this world like them.