Songbirds

Songbirds sing because they can and they do not care if anyone is listening. Trees are not permanent they break in the wind and they are struck by lightning. Water flows where ever it is needed most, the sun rises independent of the hours you have been in bed. The world is the way people know things to be and the world is full of independent things, the songbird sings the cracked tree brings a reminder that your life is a cycle. The water covers you to cleanse you, the sun dries and darkens your skin, every piece to be repeated, every step an affirmation of the decisions of those before us. You and I are pieces of the same puzzle and all I know is I am not alone. Count me among the songbirds and busted trees, the running water and the sun, I am a piece of the pattern, I am a contributor to the collective consciousness. 

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-J