birds in the city
still sing to each other
even with all the noise that does not belong.
buildings that are not their trees
and yet
they still make nests.
as long as I am where birds are,
I can feel my soul,
I can be human,
and she can nest.

birds in the city
still sing to each other
even with all the noise that does not belong.
buildings that are not their trees
and yet
they still make nests.
as long as I am where birds are,
I can feel my soul,
I can be human,
and she can nest.