Miracle of birds

Looking out of the window,
i see a beautiful bird,
flying high above the clouds,
follwed by a second then third.

a traingle they form,
racing to be first,
doing little tricks in the air,
every now and then into song they burst.

three birds that are bonded,
family, friends to the end,
surviving the world together,
to each other's wounds they tend.

their flight is like a miracle,
their bond a little dream,
proof that love in this world exists,
that there are things as sweet as cream.

they give smiles to the unsmiling.
give laughter to the sorrowful,
give love to the unloved,
and give hope to those who give up.

i look out of the wondow,
at these beautiful birds of prey,
and feel my heart grow fonder,
and my sorrows go away.