Sitting alone on a tree top,
Wishing for a miracle,
Instead I see a nest,
With birds on its crest.
Looking at the birds,
I wonder god’s creation
Every being knows their existence
They can live in sludge and fly in sky
Complete in own way, never say die.
I mercy when I see us,
So many gremlins in life
Always wanting more
Never be satisfied.
Still on tree top
Hoping for a miracle
Leaving everything to god
Waiting to be awed
