A flight of birds fell dead from the sky

A flight of birds fell dead from the sky

Underneath a wide, blue sky,

Birds once danced in joyful flight,

But suddenly, a stillness came,

And they fell all dead, no life remained.

Was it a storm, a secret government hold?

Something hidden, something in told?

It’s in this silence, a mystery lies,

A soft reminder of fleeting skies.

Though their song may fade away,

We will never forget that horrible day,

A memory of them will always remain,

Cherishing all that we cannot feign.

What made them fall from skies so bright?

Was poison in it shadows? not in day light

Unseen forces, whispers so dim,

Were they caught on a devil’s whim?

Not heaven’s call, nor fate’s own hand,

But a mystery we can’t understand.

UFOs or nature's fright?

Where are the answers in this deadly sight?

These beauties lost, from joyful air,

Leave us questioning, in deep despair.

With silent wings, their stories fade and die

A mystery that still makes us cry.

So let us seek, and never cease,

To uncover the truth, to find our peace.

For in their flight, a tale we share,

Of wonder, beauty, and love laid bare.

Innocent beauty taken away

So many birds mysteriously died that day