Dodging, darting they separate,
in playful colors beneath the sun.
Paths cross as they converge,
again becoming one.
It’s a short-lived reunion,
as their ways part once again.
United in divergence,
like leaves blown in the wind.
Do they know the art we see,
contained in every motion?
Or is this beauty to them lost?
A simple human notion.
Their music, as their dance,
continues to inspire,
each of us who watch them there,
the birds upon the wire.
~ elr
Images: © roman_horse, HuHu Lin, and zolotons (composite by elr) | Fotolia