the brids chirping in the trees

I lay down flat on my back

On the bright green grass

As the sun beams on my back.

I look up and I see a spawn

Of birds

Flying in a circle

Above me. 

Chirp, chirp

They sing

Before flying away

In the descent of trees. 

I stare and I stare

At the birds,

Watching and seeing 

Where they go. 

Birds chirping and chirping 

Before drifting off 

In their sleep.