Feeding the friendly birds
And giving your heart...
Oh mother of nature
Such love you impart.
Your beauty they see
From the branch of a tree
When you are in sight
They are happy and free.
Each sunny morning
As you walk up the path
They flutter around
That pretty bird bath.
So maintain the hobby
God is watching you see,
Oh mother of nature
Let naught changeth thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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(A Little Water And Seed by Joyce Hemsley.) **Even the small animals are largely importantly.