Bird

It is splendid how birds sing at night
Not for a single soul
Just for themselves
But listen

They sing to stars
Way above them
Hoping it would make them notice
The struggle no one has ever seen

No one knows, no one notices
The happy song we sing
That suits our birdy mouth
Like sharp wind and coldness
Suits to summer

They sing every day
Knowing the real truth
The sourness and pain
That the world has to offer