Lake of the Valley

Together, at a nature park mountain top,
two birds fly by across the same sunrise sky.
Not knowing one about the other, 
they follow each other in an even line,
and if one were to surge into the lake of the valley,
the other would hastily do so too
without sign of panic or restraint.

Both of them fly,
plummeting downwards, like shadows falling,
disappearing, as they dip towards the valley.

Together, at a nature park mountain top,
two birds fly by across the same sunrise sky.
People do not bother to wonder how or why,
they just walk on by,
blinded to ways of the humankind,
when we were born to fly side by side;
this is why nature made us to live long, long lives.

Let us find a way to abide by this,
search for the peace we truly meant to find,
tear down the barriers that break us;
make us a revolution — evolution.
Bend conservative marriage, meld offshore language,
look to Mother Earth for our only source of bliss. 

Let us live as one, equal force
the way two birds spiral, together, off course,
leading the other into new regions of space.
Nature wants us to search the lake of the valley;
this is why she made us in a far, far off place.