Because when I look at the sky, I see nothing. When I try to listen to the chirps, I hear nothing but cars honking. One day I hear them sing, but it was from the cage that's clanking. I thought I would never see birds again. Then I walked through the emptied lane. Without the motorcycles, cars, and all the men. High up in the trees, there are probably ten. I long for days with birds in the cities. Which at least for now, I can only hope from the bigger entities.