The Birds in the Tree

 

The birds in the tree

see more things that I could ever see

I wonder what it feels like to be

that free?

They see me when I walk,

they see me when I smile

and they see me when I cry.

The birds in the tree know

more about me, than I do myself.

They sing to me in song

I sing to them back.

I hear their dances, cripples, and acts

the birds in the tree are all about me

as I am about them.

They listen when I talk, and pay attention when I don’t.

The birds in the tree are just like me

the strut in our walk

our hide in the trees.

Can’t get too close or we will

fly in the breeze.

When I was at my old school my bus stop was at the entrance of my neighborhood and this irritated me the most. It was ether too hot or too cold and even imagine having to walk on crutches. Let’s just say this was not the highlight of my day. However, there is a patch of woods right before you turn into my house. As I walked below the trees I would look above me and see the sunlight shining through the cracks, and also I would hear the birds in the tree singing.

A little background about me; I have always felt a connection towards birds and I have no idea why. Maybe because they are beautiful and so unique just like me 😛 . Nah i’m just playing but honestly no matter how odd this may sound, I have always felt like the birds and I were communicating in some way. I feel like that when i’m around all types of nature. The sounds the insects and animals make it’s as almost of their telling their own personal story. Just like me when I write, I always want to feel like I’m telling a story no matter if there been from my experiences or simple from my mind.

I wrote this poem on a  day when I was feeling really inspired by the birds that surrounds my house. I wanted to observe the birds like they were a person themselves; so I had to put myself in their shoes or shall I say talons 😀 . Unexpectedly, by putting myself in their position I found a lot of similarities between me and birds or the connection I feel with birds. It’s been almost five months since I wrote “The Birds in the Tree” and I still feel the same way.