Three Crows

The first crow waits for those crumbs of a brainstorm to fall, Eating and assembling every bit to make anyone stand with a stall, Still it picks up the leftovers of a genius from his conscious ground, As it creates anything patiently even if time is out of its bound, The second crow shares his little meal of kindness with others, Though they aren't his sibilings he always loves them as his brothers, For he doesn't judge whether the skin of their neck is silver or not, As he promises himself that they won't starve to rot, The third crow knows how to catch to seize his opportunities that come in the air, As he becomes an idol for others for it is fair, A determination that brings the food on his table made from anything, As he motivates his next kin to show they're capable of everything, Dear humans don't see them as disciples of a bad omen, Instead look closely as they're great philosophers of men, As they exist not only for the reason to eat and survive, For their life imparts meaning to every soul that could strive.