Birds are creatures that we see as the one with most freedom.
There are tall ones short ones medium ones colorful.
We probably see them fly over us everyday.
Some days we see them dead.
Then it makes me wonder.
Did that bird had a family?
Was that bird young or old?
Did he have the freedom that we think they have?
Birds probably can see most of us.
Birds see our creations nature's creations. What haven't they seen? We might never know.
Some birds fall from mistakes and it ends there. But some get back up and fly again.
Birds can look out for each other if they want or they can be alone.
The ones that work together bring food for everyone. Maybe at times some might bring the wrong one but the older birds know they are still learning. In the end are we really so different from birds?
This is probably the worst poem you read but oh well I guess. We all make mistakes and we all learn from them. Sometimes a little bit more time is needed to watch others learn from them and pick themselves up until they can acknowledge their mistakes because some people can be focused on one thing of a person that that's all they focus on and forget to check everything else. Thanks if you read all this. It may have been horrible but I have writers block and I guess this is one way to get through. Reasons you might even say.
