A crow looked at me, From within a tree
beyond branches and leaves
I could see its little beak, open and shut
Squawk and squeak, I feel in rut
Watching the sunset from my porch
I see a bird fly right past me
There\'s a beauty, in all the stuff
There\'s beauty in it, it just isn\'t enough
The sunsets just a split second
So I take pictures and videos
I\'ve yet to grow to regret it
They just never look real though