The Birds That Fly

We wake up to the songs of birds,

Their beautiful tunes are clear and brisk,

They fly through the sky without a care in the world,

They nest in the trees with the branches that twist,

Our feathered friends give us hope,

Our feathered friends bring us dreams,

But what do we bring in return?

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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