Do the birds realize?

do the birds realize

Do the birds realize
how much they help?
How their lightness
brings lightness to us all?

Do the birds realize
how their tiny cheeps
are joy on the coldest day,
or how their spring songs
are an overture of hope?

Do the birds realize
how they jolt a
surprise yellow to
a gray Thursday
or how their slow
wading spreads
a calm matched only
by the breathless breeze?

Do the birds realize
their very presence
says the world is
wondrous simply
because they exist
and we can know them?