The Birds

The day I strolled into the forest,
I discovered something peaceful and sublime,
A whole canopy of parrots all singing on a pine.

I went to take a photo but I knew it wasn't right.
I went to keep on walking, it was a shame to leave the sight.

It was peaceful and calm, 
I sat against the tree without my headphones in, 
I closed my eyes, listening to the birds begin. 
And just like that, I escaped into my internal universe, 
Where all I could hear was their twittering verse.

I wanted to stay there forever.
But when I finally opened my eyes,
The bird had flown up in the sky.

Since that day, whenever I am outside, 
The only music I seek is the singing of the birds. 
Soaring, singing their language and words.