W O R D S -s w e e t- little- B I R D S

burning sun shouted

let the music flow

birds legendary conductor of

the opera which only nature knows

do not ask for nothing

just crumbs of bread and butter

tell them your love for them

never going to shatter

just be friends

with sweet little singing

nature mother’s daughters

how much innocence

is stored in their constantly

moving neck

eyes sprinkling curiosity

as if inborn attribute for simplicity

i love birds

i want to make my

words be like them

searching for what only they knows

rest all wonders

i.e. the artists dough

to make love and beauty

truth and honesty bow