Seeing the world with fresh eyes

I.
Baby sparrows, so tiny and small
There’s three of them 
hopping along the grass

The dew glistens all around
A new delight to discover 
with every peck and nibble

Their tiny bodies wait
Their parents know what to do 
while they frolic and play

They gather up their fill 
to feed their new flock
The babies are distracted 

and wowed at every step

II.
The baby robin follows its mama 
hopping along, just two steps behind
Is it learning how to hunt and gather? 
or is it just playing as it moves 
along paths discovered and replayed 
by ancestors that have no name; 
no memory but their habits remain:

When to leave, when to nest 
Where to go year after year;
It isn’t even a question 
but a shared understanding 
a survival of trust and knowing

We are all on the same path 
of discovery, of remembering 
our true Nature is never buried 
for long
It lives in these bones, and this blood 
that shares the same shade as you.