The nightingale sings there 's nest
the worry out as keep the rest
without worrying about the birds sing
is not in the country wing
we fly high in full sail
because we do not like the gales
get up early to the whole crew for birds
which is in flow warm
happy can looks, who are a harm
life is good, when the bird do all that well
then you can hear life a bell.
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Dear Ari! a very nice poem! love these about sounds, music and birds! thank you!
New friends just wanted to delight, thoughts with white, it will switch on the lights dark night. Thank you for Liza