The birds make their homes

the birds make it so easy, escaping with the wind. they fly until it’s another day and there’s nothing to it.

they slip down only to soar right back up and there they meet their next adventure. they have the whole world laid out in front of them. a vastness of seas and a hunk of land and they keep going.

i bet they’ve seen the pieces left untouched and breathed the air of the unimagined. day to day, they’re somewhere new and all they have to do is watch.

watch the sunrise peak out from the horizon.

watch the moon peer from beneath the clouds.

watch the waves crash onto the shore and recede back into the abyss.

they’re everywhere and no where to be found. they get lost but are somehow spotted again as i watch them swim through the eternal sky. they’re so high. reaching near to the stars that are so far away it’s amazing they even shine.

and the birds get to create their own lives, their internal compass propels them on a journey. they make their own homes in the overwhelming space of this earth. they struggle with nothing but the moon and the sun and the stars.

they dip into the trees and shake hands with the dirt of the earth. they are fearless and leave their destinations in the hands of the calling wind.


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