Through the Chaos I still CREATE

 The Blue Timber Larks

Illustration by Barbelo

In a cozy nest high up in a tree,

Lived a family of blue birds, happy as can be.

They chirped all day, their feathers so bright,

But when night fell, they caused quite a fright.

Confused by the sky, they chirped at night,

Thinking the stars would understand their plight.

They sang to the moon, they sang to the dark,

But their chirps just sounded like a silly lark.

Little blue birds, what are you doing?

Chirping at night, the whole world's stewing!

But the birds just chirped on, unaware,

That their nighttime songs caused quite a scare.

Then one night, a wise old owl,

Heard their chirps with a solemn scowl.

She hooted sternly “What's all this fuss?

Why are you chirping, causing such a ruckus?"

They stopped their sounds, with feathers all aflutter,

"We thought the stars would hear us, utter.

But now we see, we've made a mistake,

Chirping at night was a big headache."

The owl nodded, with a knowing wink,

"It's alright, little birds, just stop and think.

The night is for resting, for slumber and peace,

Not for chirping, it's time now to cease."

So the blue birds listened, they understood,

And they flew away to their nest in the wood.

No more nighttime chirps, no more fuss,

Just peaceful silence, for all of us.

And so, dear friends, the moral is clear,

Even the brightest stars can't always hear.

So when night falls, and the sky turns dark,

Remember to rest, like a lark.