To the Nest

To the beach
To the party
To the nest after starting

With our feet
With our feathers
With our storms, to calmer weather

Two birds stroll against sand
Pecking through trash and scanning the land
Convinced with time they'll soar like lemons
In time, they'll float to old hands

Flip the sky
Flip the sunset
Flip the deck, have we won yet?

Dive to sea
Dive to borders
Dive through time, try to warn her

Out walking again, these wings, we won't need them
We'll be running
With nothing again, these things, we don't need them
We'll be breathing