Birds
Birds fly so gracefully o'er the sky
and clouds, To be so graceful you must be
a crane, a quail, or even a magpie,
They ride the wind like leaves from a tree,
Their wings stretch far from cloud to cloud and beat
up and down like time flying, They put on
a show of air ballet, what a great feat!
A flock of birds float and flutter 'til dawn.
But a bird's life is not so calm, nor is
it easy, For sharing the sky are hawks
who prey on the lives of smaller birds, tis
a sad sight for watchers below.
Even though some are killed, new lives spawn, We
thank God for new life that can be set free.