Birdsongs

I read somewhere today,

That birds dream of singing tunes of their birdsongs,

(and to not let the poets know this but alas, here am i writing about it)

And how adorable is that fact,

That art stays alive even in dreams,

Of ours and of birds.

And how I wish I could understand their songs,

And sing with them,

How I wish I could understand another language,

And speak it fluently,

And write poems in it too,

For the birds to read,

For the birds to sing.