Days run past
hurrying around the bend
I can’t grab on that fast
as they slip away in the wind
I don’t see where they go
but, definitely out of my view
If only their pace would slow
then, these far betweens may become few
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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
