The Birds have Forgotten

The birds have rotten

They have forgotten their way

but where shall they reside?

In the lark’s shadow?

But the shadow…that is an illusion.

The birds have rotten

They smell like glutter

In a swamp so dark and cold

But the swamp….that is an illusion.

The birds have rotten

In the darkness of the night

the silence of the day

the dullness of the mist

But the mist…..that is an illusion.

The birds have forgotten

the smell of the nectar

the warmth of the flower

the voice of the meadow

But the meadow…..that is an illusion.

The birds have forgotten to fly

the freedom of the sky

the feel of the air

the curiosity of exploration

But the exploration….that is an illusion.

The birds have forgotten to love

the tenderness of a touch

the warmth of a hug

the softness of a whisper

But the Whisper…..that is an illusion.

The birds have forgotten

Forgotten their way home

But the home….that is an illusion.