The Language of the Bird

6 o’clock in the morning and the birds started to sing and dance.

Today I took particular notice.

I noticed just how similar we are.

So I joined them. They made no fret.

I sang and danced. Nature alike. With hand and hand. Our differences aside, we played our dance and our record too…

But now as I stand outside of it all.

I could only wish that the rest of humanity could see the peace in this all.

If I could learn to dance beyond the language of the bird so well.

Why does one brother end another over a ring in a bell?