bird.

i want to learn the language of the birds.

interpret the songs they sing on tree tops.
speak to them in their native tongues.
their melodies hover between spirit and earth.
i'm convinced of their supernatural nature.
they are of ether.
the physics of their nature moves me.
whistling throats tone words of unspoken movement.
they sound love, triumph, and melancholic memories
the vibration of tiny throats resonates valleys and mountain peaks.
they are without death.