lost little birds
the seeds in little bags waiting
to be delivered to the lost little birds
in the street.
but only a few purchased any.
and the little old lady with the large
bag of seeds took time to disperse them
when they were needed.
everyone else threw them about carelessly.
only one took the time to love and care
for the supposed insignificant creatures
of the town.
love takes time.
love's not the seeds, the roots of truth
thrown about carelessly waiting to be stepped on
by the people who don't understand.
love is going to feed those lost little birds
not the seeds that you throw at them once,
but the seeds that you throw for them
those lost little birds need sustenance.