That hot spot of birds
Still I remember about it
During my child
I was a friend of nature
Collected different birds feathers
With different colours
With yellow, red and blue
I was impressed by it
Kept all feathers in my notebook
Often visited that group of trees
Once there was filled with palms and large trees.
I enjoyed it with all my sense
Now it is a vacant place
No trees, no birds
Still I am a lover of nature
Still I search for that lonely trees.
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Trees felled indiscrminately and nature's beauty fading when birds losing their habitates.A brilliant write.10