Birds

Sitting under the palm tree

Listening to the sound of the wind and the birds singings,

 The sun scorching my naked chest, with hunger buzzing in my ears

Then I saw a bird chirping joyfully up the branch of a mango tree

Skimming through the branches and occasionally staring at me, in a

Wondrous manner, as if suspicious I might be scheming to attack

And I too began to marvel, as two more birds perched on the fence

Picking their wings with their beaks, before assuming an ardor position

The bird on the mango tree hovered to join the other two on the fence

Maintaining my wondering position, a voice in my head raised questions

I could just answer without profound contemplation,

“What is the purpose of the bird on earth?”

There are so many types of birds out there in the woods, but

‘’Why did God create this beautiful creatures with wings?”

Just like humans, do they get to fulfil this purpose before they vanish from earth?