The Birds

I watched the birds
So wild and free
How I long to be like them
Soaring high and low so happily.

They pluck and peck
And scoop and weave
In the sky
And in the trees.

Their coats glistening
Their ears listening
Don't move a bone
Or off they go.

The cold wind blows
It's time to venture
To a place where the weathers nicer
It's time for the birds to scatter
But it doesn't matter
They'll be back next year.