I calmly gaze outside my window,
and watch the birds consider baths,
as wings of crazy flutters impatiently wait
for dawn to take their morning dip.
Why do human’s live with schedules
upon planned and scribbled lists,
when Nature in all her glorious beauty
brings us living creatures full of peaceful visions?
My ending thought is this my dearest reader,
let your schedules go unviewed
and simply choose to play,
but please try not to scare my birds away.