So tell me love, what's it like being free

I feel envy for the birds

Soaring through the baby blue skies

With wind underneath their wings carrying them over seas, then oceans

Their heads blank;

Nothing to think

Nothing to worry

In their tiny hearts they carry a primal love for their own

that keeps them going.

feed;

be fed;

a love so unconditional us humans struggle with so much

If we were to watch the soaring creatures in the sky

Maybe we would have the answers we needed all along

If they were to look down upon us

They would wonder;

how can a mind so small worry so big?

how can a body so tall make themselves so small?

Because they don't falter

Tall they swim, then fly

Their wings wide

With chests swollen with pride

I can't help to think that they know very well

of our jealousy

I think I heard them laughing

Their beaks clicking loudly

When they look down on us

To the stick figures that we are to them

With a mind too heavy to bear for them -

for anyone, really