cedar woods are bare
nest are still there
empty but shells from
new life that flew away
I wonder if they're
coming back home to roast
when spring covers sky
those are my pretty trees
my friends; countless days
If they could only speak
if they could only walk
maybe they'll go somewhere
on winter days; as well
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Bonding with the nature is always blissful. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing. Be always blessed.10 points.