Today when wandering at around daybreak I was Wondering
Those little birds So little Spheral glistening eyes Majestic feather patterns Chirruping, twittering,fluttering Dots the vast nothing of sky Flocking in sync
Pulls of a fleeting but perfect Performance And push off From somewhere to somewhere
I hope they know where they are going What are they doing
I hope they know That it's gonna rain That what would be tasty and what's gonna pain
I hope they can tell From a toxic and a good fern That morning sun soothe and Noon one gonna burn
What is love, life, sorrow Can they tell today from tomorrow Bliss, health, Joy and to be watchful of an arrow;
And which is autumnal air And then, thatΒ Β it's gonna snow I just hope for em all Do they know?
Of course, they know!!
Right?
I wish I could fly, Or at least just sit by Sometimes and could tell em That we all down here Are cool And hope you fly for joy not of fear For it lifts our soul in whole Of your sight mere;
And yeah come over anytime we'll share a bite And tales Of our low slung world And of your endless realms.
Is there a way to thank them Or any gesture of reassurance Any signal I can wave to them That they can understand Is there any?
I know That there's no. To let them know
Those little ones Up there.
For them up there who won't know and for you around here that knew but never saw.