when the birds flow

never know how cold life can be

never seem to know when the sky is gonna

cause tears of of unstoppable weeps upon

thy head and mind

finding the forrest and the woods and to hide

from the outer limits of the city life

in a moment of day and the coolness of night

looking for a nest to rest my self and plan

another day and like poems and words

that pour from me like a hot humid day of

sweat, I'm all the more alive and full of
vigor and I can trigger so many details

quotes and wit, phrases and places

never underline the power of sight,smell

and to be as free as that bird and to land

back on my feet