The Birds

I have noticed, one day, people are like birds
As they sing their songs to one another.
There is not much in what they say,
Beside the melodies of their say,
And I realized, not all conversation
Needs to be philosophy.
For in that peace, they spoke
Like a bird singing, all things
Spoken before, and again,
And a thousand million times
No new or original thought.
But, there was love.