Birds are from the devil
by Andrea Elizabeth
Birds are from the devil. They flit in, steal your thoughts, then carry them off to who knows where.
Flowers are from the devil. They spring up, captivate your soul, then die, leaving you alone.
Trees are from heaven. They were there before, and will be there after, unless the devil takes them away.
Words are from heaven. They enter in, invisibly settle your soul, and abide.