They're trying to find some wind. To sail on to soar. Little did they understand that there is no wind. Only the icey rain. They're beating their wings against it. The storm that they're in. "They need to land" I thought as I watched them. To take shelter in the forest. And yet, they continue to flap away. Hopelessly following each other. Not realizing that they're going no where. Circle upon circle. I count how many times they go around. One... two... three... four... So on and so forth. We drive by them until they're directly above. I cant help but as to wonder. What if one were to fall? Would we catch it? Or simply run it over. UoWhat if it does fall and we do catch it? Will our windshield crack? Ironic name for this honestly. We are sheilding ourselves from the wind that tries to get us. As they're trying to find some to get somewhere. Onwards we must go however. We drive in silence until it becomes too much. I stare out the window deep in my own thoughts. And I see a beautiful tree cut down by nature. Dead and alone and behind it is a magnificent field. How can there be life and death so close to each other. As if they dont notice... Are we, however, not the same way? We walk and drive and do our things of our daily lives. Overtop of those that used to do the same. Some that never got the chance... The air we breathe they once did as well. We forget who we really are, what we are. That we are all equal in this world and the next. For we can all be windless birds on a snowy day. Circling each other. Hoping one find the answer so we may all follow. But wheres the fun of being part of a flock? "I'd much rather be an owl." I think before turning to my love. "No, I am a swan. That if they go, I'll still go on, no matter how sad I really am."
