Bathing

Bathing in the silence
Of
Morning
Washing in
The cool air of spring
The birds
Will awake soon
But for now
All is quite!
Sometimes
I wonder
How the birds
Are still singing
At all?
For
The world
Is covered in hatred
Wars drag on
With no end in sight!
It seems
People have become
Numb to
The death and destruction
Of it all!
Sometimes
I wonder if the birds still sing
In these
War torn lands
Or
Do they sit silent
Waiting for it all to end?
Not much has changed
In my lifetime
Two days after my birth
Firehouses were turned...