When I hear the wind brushing idly by I wonder how the birds can bear to land Only to sit with jeweled tail feathers fanned Instead of touching each cloud in the sky They clumsily hop and flap all around Where moments ago they were graceful Now they must consider gravity’s’ pull Temporarily graceless and earth bound It must be lonely being beautiful Maybe they long for moments on the earth To recall the fragility of life
To feel the hard ground, immoveable To be grounded, and yet to see the clouds worth To dream of solid, airy afterlife