Silent, the dead birds lay
Their lifeless forms on display
Before our feet, a tragedy
Their existence, now a memory
What purpose did they serve?
Their wings no longer in curve
Their eyes, once filled with wonder
Now closed, forever under
Such fleeting beauty in their flight
Now gone, their souls take flight
Into a void, a pitch-black night
Their bodies, left in sight
Like the birds, we too shall die
Our souls, to the unknown shall fly
Our existence, a fleeting lie
Our demise, inevitable, we can't deny
In the end, what do we achieve?
A life, like the birds, so brief
Our fate, to die and to leave
Behind, an empty heart, so full of grief
And so, the dead birds remind
Of the futile nature of our kind
We too shall leave this world behind
Our purpose, lost, forever confined.
2023