Sunday, March 01, 2009


In the middle of night
As I tried to sleep
I heard the cry of a bird
Outside my window
Standing on the branch
Of my tree

Its song was beautiful
As the pretty as the melody
That came out from
My radio’s speakers

I was tempted to get up
And hurry towards the
Nearest connection point

But I just laid there
In darkness
And listened to nature
Compete against technology

I considered their collision
And ponder how miracles
Continue their course
How they grow stronger
Molding rocks & eroding the ground
Like the passage of water

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