In the depths of something perceived we think we understand it
But in the end it changes and we are left confused
If the grass should turn an ugly shade of black
Then we must sit back and
Think about it
As the birds fly we have to understand why and how
We can’t just marvel at the spectacle
Notes of unspoken feelings
Littered in the trees
Glass bottles line the empty shelves
Broken shards of lives
Piled in the trash
Birds fly
Away and up
It seems we all want to fly
But we can’t
Gently
Cautiously
Unknowingly
What we know flies away
Our mind and soul slipping too
Purple essences falling through a boundary
What we’ve perceived was wrong
Left in broken shards
We’re filled with an emptiness we cannot erase
Looking out a blurry window
To finally see clarity.

Vanessa Kingsley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birds-fly-part-one-the-beginning/