Birds singing
- Moon Child
- Jan 14, 2024
- 1 min read
The birds flew high
To the top of the tree
By the sunset time
Gathering to sleep.
The sun went down
Darker and darker,
To meet the Moon,
The keeper of the Earth.
I heard the birds singing
So I sang to them.
Evolution is everything.
The weak will stay behind.
The birds sang
And I sang my song to them.
Then they stopped singing,
When I returned home.
