What if I took every building in the Big Apple

And stacked them on top, rafter upon rafter upon rafter upon rafter

Building upon building upon building upon building

Past the clouds in the sky upwards towards the soul of the universe

Until I reached the birds, the space birds with their space beaks and their space tweets

The biggest birds you've ever seen, perhaps the twice the size of our planet Earth

Breathing the exosphere through their sheels, no lungs

With wings that light up the sky around miles and miles of beautiful light

Eyes the size of moons and the color of turquoise

Whole flocks flying by hundreds of thousands of miles away

Flying at a speed never proven possible

Leaving back a trail of matter seemingly created by its tail of sorts

Circling and spinning in the open expanse of space

Forming into a pattern and the matter seemingly breathing in and out like choreography

Until it's eventual combination of matter into that of a sphere

Forming giant balls of mass behind the trails of these birds

Different gasses, solids, and liquids, and all different shapes and sizes

The matter breathing and forming like it has a life of its own

And the bird's trail breathing life into the matter alone