Bliss the Earth

the birds chirp again
I always wondered if birds communicate
it’s just too much information to only be a rapping of sounds

have you ever heard the birds?
on a clear spring morning
while walking away from your triumphs of Eve

under the trees the birds held witness of fingers and legs intertwined
bodies intimating positions
promises wishes convictions

all along the birds were passing comments
watching humans play love
while you were jeweled in the valley of primordial bliss