The bird

Cold hearted vibe,
Shell to a warm wind of spring you keep.
Cracks begin to open
And forrest's life begins to breath.

Paths forms along the cracks
Forms of  "different strokes" are being born.
Sounds of dreams takes you in
And you'd wish the journey to begin.

The world's open highway you want to take,
Thou' the little streets you wish to walk and feel.
A bird in the sky shows the direction
But the bird's what you'd want to be,
And not just yet, reach the destination.