The Trees And The Birds Poem by RIC BASTASA

my one and only home is a place
for many many trees

the neighborhood had
long gone with all its trees

except this home where
old trees enjoy their tenure

the house is cool, the site
is verdant

at night the birds gather
and take their rest

the following morning they're
gone to find food for themselves

and their young are left there
in the warmth of their nests

at noon here they are all
singing and playing flight games

and here i am, in the solitude
of my trees, listening to birds singing.