Birds Flight Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The most basic instinct is just survival.
But sometimes we question whether it is enough when going ons get rough.
A refined rough edge is made over time.
And the longer we go the more we feel like we're losing our mind.
But it is what we do that is how we are truly defined.
The actions you never see from voices you never heard.
The flight of the common bird, we pay no mind because it is by far not an unusual sight.
Yet if we took the time, we would find it so intricate and delicate.
That it can't be mimicked or mocked by any other creature face of the earth.
Always underestimated.
Always overlooked is in what we view as dull, plain, simple or bland.
Just not interesting or extraordinary enough.
And of this ordinary condition is sometimes just remarkable in design.
We are just blinded by its common occurrence to even begin realize.
Star struck surprise.
For both the eyes and mind have been indeed compromised.