The Wild Wisdom of Nature

A poem from staring at the birds

Careless they fly

Through branch, breeze and mist

Swift as the spark

And light as the kiss

In the morning they sing

A choir of delight

Wild and unchained

As free as the night

No roof for protection

No home for their sleep

The world as their country

The sky as their keep

For joy they chase after

From sunrise to its set

Each day a new wonder

At the gift of each breath

To learn from the birds

Is to ponder the wise

For your Father in Heaven

Has made you His own prize