The Children And The Birds

In the early morning The air is filled with sound Of birds engaged in short skirmishes I smile at their innocence Rush to pick one and love But they won't ever fulfill my wishes After much plumes are Shed they shoot up towards The sky as if stitched into a string Their animosity gone Swimming in the air up and Down they move beating their wings Going back with time When we were children Like birds we were cute and plain Quarreling, fighting, Teasing and shouting in games We forget all and to be friends again Children are like innocent Birds draped in feathers of love With dreams in their eyes to soar high Unknown to the struggles Waiting them ahead in their life With wings of ambition always ready to fly