Even when I forget
the birds are
playing in the trees,
Flitting to this and that branch,
Not bothered one bit
by what I think,
They are happy doing
what is needed to be done,
Their sounds of joy
shared with anyone
who stops and listens,
Birds don’t care
about what will make me
happy,
They eat and drink and
make beautiful sounds,
Knowing only what they
should be doing now.
