To be awakened by birds in the early morning, I realized that beauty of the strength birds reflect actually resides in the dreamer’s eye who’s finally awake by their constant chirps;
Yes, birds do survive brilliantly in this cosmoplotian world despite being deprived of the nature they crave in;
To the feeling of how come I’m hearing too much of a noise created by these little creatures, I felt that I don’t notice such things so early in the morning as sleep is what I actually crave for in this time, just to have a little more;
Amazement & excitement, these little pieces of souls see in each rise and fall of a day. Could our human race be able to see that every day?
I wish if we can see the world through the eyes of birds to whom you can’t dare enough, since despite each day’s struggle, you found them every morning up and excited to pursue the world again.
Before we grow and die old, would we be able to hold glitter in our eyes for the feeling of each day we felt alive..
If only we could see, we may realize…