A birds-eye view.

The birds gather around me, watching from a distance.

Above ground, they listen-

in the trees, they look to me, dancing-

are they singing, chatting?

reminding me that I'm not alone--- how comforting.

only free to be just me; not lonely- there is more to life.

Let the light be, she's shinning.

I closed my eyes - a chirp or a caw- a mix in between.

immediately I opened them to perceive;

a crow near a branch staring right at me.

Started to fly, cawing obnoxiously.

a sign.

in that you are?

Are we seeking validation externally?

I went back to close my eyes.

Was it a symbol of death?

Was a part of me dying?

Transforming.

I knew I was still breathing.

hyperventalating-

a hyperbole.

I guess the ego in me was trying to take over- questioning, exaggerating.

are we all just here believing and dreaming?

An omen of death- a rebirth,

a new beginning.

A crow. or just a black bird.

A sign of good luck, bad, magic, and proof.

All was good, life reasssuring me that I am too.

There is goodness in the dark as well as evil. note it be.

Light's power carries the same precautions, you mustn't be blinded.

If we care to see from a birds-eye view,

light carries just as much evil and good too.

-Balance.