When I look up to the sky
I see a flock flying high
And I see, think I,
Through many a birds' eye

I see trees- a forest full of
There, the birds fly high above
They all feel unconditional love
Each resembles the symbol of dove

They can read into another's mind
Nought that is there they cannot find
None feel of a different kind
Truly them you can never bind

All are flying in the peace they feel
Importance is that it's all real
Leaves of green, skies of teal
Drink the sky in for a meal

Now the flock I no longer see
Disapperared beyond the tree
They have taught me how to be
Now the peace they felt is me