Early in the morning
Even as darkness knocks
Trees dance with the wind
Rhythmically with its tune
So does the resting bird
Building its own castle
On its strong firm branches
Getting bigger with the chirps
Away from the scorching sun
All of its trust on the tree
In the rollercoaster weather
Time moves fast yet swiftly
With neither of them worrying
And the clock ticks time is up
Suddenly the tree is down
The bird’s nest down with it
With nothing but its wings
The bird has to fly away
Trusting its very strength
It builds a new home
To live and love


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