All Will Flow

The fresh air’s so pleasant,
I hardly feel it on my skin
as a touch of wind
breaks its stillness,
inflating my lungs.

Breath arrives
before I know
to call for it.

This soft breeze smells like nectar
to the birds singing within reach.
Their shared song sharply quiets,
as if ordered by the scented sky.

They all know right when to fly,
before ever deciding to leave.

I watch them lift as one,
floating into formation,
shrinking to dots,
fading away…

Knowing they must go,
I let the wind take my breath.
All unfolds and flows—
all is as it should be.