I come to the park where no-one’s around
The bell chimes two in the echoing town
Still it seems to me that chaos is near
Above, in the sound of the birds I hear.
I understand them, they are just like us
Moaning, singing, bickering or in love
This rush hour of birds, how I wonder much
Why nature’s traffic is soothing to watch.
Our popular emblem of peace and quiet
What do they think of concrete and tyres?