Foolish birds

Fly over Lake Michigan

Take a look

With one single span

Of the wings

Brings new

Heights to the flight

Of the bird

My own eyes blink

Like a crawling wave

Where the bird flies higher

At the path

The bird is precise

As any other form of life

So what seems

Foolish to me

Is intentional

Wisdom from a

An animal

In the sky

So return the

Birds to the sky

To keep their wisdom

Over my simple thoughts

So the flight of the bird

Makes my own thoughts

Weak

In my head

My mind can learn

From the flight

Of the bird