Birds

I envy the birds who sing in the trees Living life in the open, not muffling their chirps behind doors with hidden keys Yes I am jealous of these avian creatures Brave and proud to show off their features And when the spring comes through And when summer and fall go by, winter comes anew The frost reaches out with its taloned claw Casting a shadow, a darkness of the mind, draining and raw And as I lay unmoving, unfeeling, and unknowing in bed, The chains of doubt and despair clanking noisily around heart and head, I glance at the barren limbs of the trees Lifeless, grey, and cold, merely twitching in the icy breeze Barren of color, vibrance, and life Stabbed in the back by Time’s cruel knife And as I stare upon this sight I feel my spirit leave my body and enter into a ghostly flight And as I pass through the gray skies I see a V formation An armada of birds, flying south with elation For to have wings means for one to know There is always a brighter place to go Yes, I envy these birds in the sky Always knowing the embrace of the sun to the day they die Just being able to flap their wings away And fly off into the horizon, to a warmer day.