Birds

Birds flying high up in the sky.

I love watching them.

Who doesn’t?

So carefree flying in the sky.

As if they have no worries.

But that’s not true.

They have predators that kill them, feed on them.

Still they look so free.

I hope I could even fly, soar high.

Birds have wings.

I hope I had them too.

In the morning, you hear them chirp.

They have their own talks, their own songs.

Songs that calm human minds.

So many birds, so many varieties.

Some are big, some are small.

But they all have one thing in common.

They all are gorgeous, beautifully crafted.