Listen to the Birds
The chirps, the squeaks, the hoots
Bright sunny day
They swoop all around
Up and down
To the ground the sit
Sipping on water
From storms they departed
But back again
Carrying daisies and lilies
The cry out with glee
Finally free from
Agony and gloom
Cloudy days
Thunder striking upon all that is known
Find shelter for she’s brewing
Stirred up and hot
Her clouds fall heavy
She SHOUTS
Bearing down all that she has
Nature has spoken.
Back to sunny days
The birds return.
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