birds calling to each other
during the day
different sounds made
from light to dark
each moment shared
a conversation of the world
as earth is placed within it’s own time
the morning like the evening
listening to their calls
knowing all would be something
than nothing at all
bird don’t fly away
stay here with me
in my garden of green
your colours so pristine
in the home you built
from the surrounding tree
spending time, with family
till fully fledged they leave
seasons pass, yet remain
waiting for the chance again
to see them reunited
so that i may hear joy
The Golden Tears 