Sing unto me oh birds of the air
Such beauty is your song
and your feathers so fair

With each glance you stare
out into the horizon contemplating your cares

I try to reach and understand your concerns but, somehow the harder I try the less I know and still too much to learn.

You sit all comfy in your nest
and observing and listening to the songs of others
and selectively call unto your sisters and brothers.

The tree of life may be great
and offers many comfort while it considers thy fate

I see you flying to and fro dancing to the rhythm and flow
Some birds seem to sing louder and sweeter while others are rarely heard
or even understood so they
fly away having no place to go.

Ah but, every once in awhile there are foolish crazy birds who visit the tree of life thinking and hoping for something different
Perhaps a new song or new message that will offer something of value to soften the strife.

However, the disillusionment is still the same and over time the tree loses its fame.

Many birds may complain
Many may be just insane
yet for some it's all they have
to ease their pain.

I wonder if the angels in heaven are listening or are all the songs the birds sing are drowned by the noise of their grumblings and groanings?

One day the birds will be called accountable for their singing
They will be asked of their songs if they brought healing or strife to be considered to perch upon another tree of life.