This is quite an unprofessional poem. But I felt it- and I put it down in words. (Image via Pinterest)
They fly above me
So high in the sky
Just where I wish
I could be
I hear the birds call
I hear their caw
I hear their wings flap
I hear them sing
How easy it is to get lost
In a perfect moment
When everything else blurs
And the birds call
Should I capture the moment?
Should I let it fly away
Like the birds
To go home to its nest
Or should I just live
Live the moment
Live it for what it is
And listen to the birds call
When the sun sets
And the birds call
I know tomorrow will be different
And today will never happen again
So do I capture it?
Do I let it float
Beyond the horizon
Past the ocean
Maybe through the clouds
Because no one knows
What tomorrow will bring
Things could change
You might wish you had just sat there
And listened to the birds call
And lived the moment
Where you could be yourself
Even though you’re still not sure
Who you’re supposed to be
What you’re meant to do
Just listen to the birds call
Just live the moment
Just take a second
And let your soul soar
Listen.
Can you hear
The birds call
They're there-
If you choose to listen.
Can't you hear?
The birds are calling.
