What must birds think of us?
Rushing from one place to the next,
Always in a hurry,
Never once basking in the sun.
What must birds think of us?
So careless,
Yet so precise,
Hardly considered what other creatures need.
What must birds think of us?
Some feeding them,
Some loving them,
But all never genuinely understanding them.
What must birds think of us?
When we destroy their forest homes,
Only to build houses,
And plant new trees.
What must birds think of us?
How wonderful,
How dangerous,
How odd must we seem?
