I miss the mountains, I want to travel, says the He bird.
She bird: Mountains aren’t going anywhere, just stay put.
He bird: I want to see the city of London, Lights of Paris, cobbled stones in Rome.
She bird: London, Paris and Rome aren’t going anywhere.
Yeah, thinks the he bird, I can always go later. Lets make life first.
Then life spuns the net, takes flight, there is no way getting out.
Body is starting to crumble, wings are getting creaky
Still youthful, and full or heart to spread the wings, but can’t really leave.
Life changes everything, everywhere, brings COVID.
Earth starts to recover, feel lighter with so many dead and burnt.
Paris is no Paris of his dreams anymore, beauty has given way to fear.
London is no lively, but barely living. Rome is buried.
The He bird is still dreaming of the mountains,
somewhere near, some far, some in his homeland.
Life spuns, you go where you want to go,
before you can not get unstuck.

Son to parents: Lets get out of the track..I can hear the train coming.
Mother: Where? I don’t hear anything. We are not getting off the track.
Son: Sit still and listen, put your ears to the track, you can hear it.
Father: Yeah, I can faintly hear it, but its not coming our way.
Moments later, train is in the sight.
Mother: Yeah, I can see it now, too late I am stuck to the track.
Lets see if I can dodge it
Father:Let us just just hope that it stops in time, or changes lane. It is up to God now.