There Are Birds

Theres a place I like to go
I like to be alone when there
Are birds and it is cold
The grass is green and the trees sound
Like stories of times
That I don’t want (?) shows
And there was sky
(?) unsound
And there was light
Two complaining lovers
One sits upon a statue
As faces are designed
Looking forward, back, and at me
A language I don’t know
It makes me want what I can’t have
A place in this pond
Could it be what they (?)