It is surprising to me that wherever you go, you can hear birds.

And they live their lives without a grocery store.

They are wild, and yet, they are among us.

And yet we are a world away

When it comes to things like faith.

Still, they condescend to grace us with the song 

Of simple trust. Always. Always. It chirps.

It’s there in almost every outside moment

And passes through every cracked 

And open window,

A constant reminder 

That no one need fret unseen tomorrows.

And yet, how infrequently we listen!