Come look! The humans are playing
back and forth, too and frow
then rest is taken
maybe they’ll play again tomorrow
I hear the song of average birds
But if you add up one hundred average things
you get something special
Do birds have fun?
Or are they secretly programmed
to do the same birdie- like things
over and over?
They’re so close, yet so far
I want to stare at one
if only it would be still.
Maybe that’s how God feels.
“Just. Be. Still.”
Only then can I be fully enjoyed
Beautiful from afar, but connection up close
A mutual connection.
The humans are playing again
Not for long, of course
But so athletic.
It’s funny how it seems
like they’re jumping so high
But its not high at all
Compared to the birds in the sky.