Of what do birds sing of,
when there song is hard to ignore.
What is the sky thinking when it doesnt rain but pour.
Is there a longing between these ceilings and the floors,
a hidden code, in these simple words.
they decipher themselves,
in the crying doves and the laughing coyote.
The stars reach us, with the intent, to aw,
a show of something human, in same way
we do, they also cause themselves to self destruct.
Overwhelmed by ego.