tiny bird wrestling branch
full of fruits not yet ripe
fallen from winding storm
should i tell her; i let go
looks me as if i wanted to
i smile she has her own too
i look up a tree more birds
picking on fruits unmindful
singing thier lovely tune
while sun is spreading love
leaving my footprints with joy
life is so beautiful i enjoy
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