OUT OF OUR SPARKLING MINDS

BIRDS ARE GROWING.

 

NOBODY SEES THEM – JUST US

WANDERING THROUGH

WIDE OPEN

STRAWBERRY FIELDS

 

NOWBODY SEES THEM – JUST US

WE DON'T TALK

 

OUR BIRDS SING SONGS

TO EACH OTHER

FROM TIMES

WHEN COLORS

WERE BURSTING OUT

OF EVERYONE.