Birds with gentle wings

Perched on branches

Sing there songs with melody


While some one some where enjoys the tune


It's easy to get caught up in the world

But even the simplist pleasure can't be replaced


A stroll on the beach


Talking to a loved one


Such simple things


Little do we know


How much one can Cherish such things


The things material in this world


Will eventually fade away

The bigger question


Is what will we have left once

They disapear?