These Birds Don't Fly

They seep into the ground until their lungs are hollow,

So they don't sing to Mother Nature or find worms to swallow

They rise and follow their roots deeper into the ground,

Allow their happiness to disintegrate but still hope that enough strength will be found

To pull their roots away from the weeds that intertwine them,

They stare at the blue skies all day, dreaming they could fly in them

These birds don't fly and need help to do so,

A bit of water, love from the sun and weed killer should do though.