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, that  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.