Lights in the windows

Always lights

Always strange blue birds in flight

Reflecting as they’re flying past

Century-old buildings built to last

Pinky and puffy powder clouds

Blue birds pass through, crying loud

People bustling down below

Watch the birds pass to and fro

Blue birds bathe in iridescence

Capturing the city’s essence

Look closely at one in a tree

It’s perched on all your memories

Lights that change colors and fade

Clouds reflect the mess we made

But strange blue birds remain the same

No one can tell you when they came