Silent Approval

I pause and listen to Birds

singing songs which don’t have words.

Their songs are only nonsense

without any arguments.

They are living in a tree,

but they are talking to me.

I don’t have any real choice.

There is meaning in their voice.

They sing because they are in love

with what they are conscious of.

Their song is a melody

which speaks of their ecstasy.

Maybe that’s why i can’t sing.

There is too much happening.

Walt Abbott 1-2-2012