Birds are flying, singing, enjoying in the far sky,
Perching on branch, plucking twigs; I know why?
Freedom beyond boundaries; a passion to fly
A nest for woo and rest; avoiding an evil pry
Grain on earth as a divine providence, it’s true,
Eating, drinking, raising head –“Lord, thank you”
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Birds are flying, singing, enjoying in the far sky, - - love the choice od action verns