The birdies are all here
distraction abounds
young hatchlings test wings
screeches, the sounds
We attempt to keep up
as time rushes past
but to stay in the moment
one need not move fast
All fall back, in this tree
of summer days gone by
the new, shared with songs
’til again, some will fly
Flew in the sky
saw the cloud sea
Rode the swift rails
falling asleep
Sat on the top shelf
when not hopping off
Raced through the ground
hanging on, so tough
Walked miles and miles
up stairs and down
Then in ten different ways
repeated, to the first town
After days of a dozen
zigzagged our way back
to the real wide world
with its own set of tracks
Heartspell 