B-I-R-D-S

Patience, love, and the loud strength of nature

A bird has come to call my place,

Building softly in this space.

Feathers tucked in gentle grace,

Nestled where the light can trace.

Whispers of a quiet song,

Nature’s rhythm, pure and strong.

Eggs that cradle dreams so bright,

A silent promise in the night.

Through the window, I can see,

A tiny world so wild and free.

In this nest, life will unfold,

A story whispered, soft and bold.