whispering birds through wind and light rain

My open-ended lines can convey more than one idea. Verse 3, middle line, ends in “I am.” I am both okay (today) & puddles on pavement. whispering birds through wind and light rain no drama of wildly flapping wings & lightning sweetness in covered tones, under umbrella mine is red and white, candy-striped, mint moment at the beach, ebbed into tall mug heat of cream & coffee steam my a.m. lens just peachy in mid-May, Mother’s Day past don’t have to pretend to be okay today, I am puddles on pavement, swirls of mud and moss sounds of Spring tympanic, tinkling & symbolic dull day, verdancy not at all bright, nice chill still those tweets invite a kiss of heart, mind, soul louder tweets, grow, not as mad as thunder, tow not of under, nor rip; chorus of natural sequence and consequence, harmonious, non-disclosure biddies somewhere are moving their beaks cheeky in gossiping, speaking curses not kisses only man intentions to kill, imagines the hearse be sweet, as proverbial pie; as best homemade honey don’t terrify anyone with a storm of marmite words lightly flap your wings to visit the poor in your dreams thoughts cohabitate with nature, change moment to moment, pierced and pecked synchronization not numbed out by a blinding sheet of buffeting sound