Wondering

When I was at the waters edge what do I think of, I sometimes think this

Here at the water
So queite
So peaceful
Not a sound

A distant hum
The smooth water
No moving water
Peace before a storm

A red sky
No storm
Purple in the distance
Red up close

Birds in the distance
In a tree
A nest is made
Twigs and bark

So complex
Yet simple
A bird i wish to be
Flying high