Leafy tree
In the backyard
Birds made home
On the branches.
Spring and summer
Life was great
Chicks grew strong
Learned to fly.
Nature took
Its turn as usual
Winter arrived
When it was time.
Leaves fell
Tree turned bare
Birds must find
New place to live.
Miles away
Over land and sea
Birds know where
It's warm to live.
In flocks they fly
With rhythm and grace
Well guided by
Their natural instinct.
Away for the season
To come back later
It is a cycle
They must endure.
I miss them in winter
Stuck in my own shell
I eagerly await
Their arrival again.
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Beautiful poem! With seasons' change, life too changes and routine also changes, not only for humans but for all living beings! But God has given us natural instincts to brave all adversities of time and change. The birds migrate to warmer climes in winter to come back in spring! Awaiting a spring is the beauty of life. A 10