Time Travelers

 We small and lonely creatures

Invent ourselves in memories

And mysteries

Every day we build ourselves a better story

Out of the fading sands

That no one else remembers

Try to make it clay

When birds are gone

 When birds eventually fade into the smog and wildfires

And the absence of insects collapses 

Everything

The trees will must evolve into the niche of birds

Leaves for feathers

Acorn

Eggs