monday

HELLO BIRD.

I hear your song but I cannot see you.
It saddens me to know that you are so near but far enough that I cannot touch your feathered chest. It saddens me so that I cannot rest.
Tell me, what colour are your wings? Do they beat, heart-like when you fly? What does the world look like from where you are? What do you think when you are way up there?
Do birds cry? Do you? I do.
Sing me morning songs, sing me to sleep.
Tell me, what kind of bird are you?

HELLO VIEW.