Yellow Birds

The little yellow birds
Do they cry for me
Or do they cry with happiness?
They look down on me with tiny eyes
Do they see my tears?
They seem to flutter by so carelessly
Do they hope I have some seeds?
They land beside me without any fear
Do they see my tears?
There is the open sky where a warm breeze blows
Still the birds stay close by me
Do they want some hair to make a nest for spring
Or do they want to dry my tears?