It is all you can hear

In a silent mid-day park

They sing to each other

A continuous symphony of chirping noise

No patterns it seem

With some volume high and lower pitched

I do not understand the song they sing

It makes this experience no less important

They sing to the world

No admission is required

As the sound floats thought-out the mid-day air

A harmony they wish to share

No break or pause is designed in their song

They have performed this many times before

The song is not for money or reward

It is in grain in their being nothing more