'While The Birds Sing At The Top Of The Tree' Poem by Lindemberg Pereira da Silva

Rivers flow lonely to the sea,
When the sunset is coming down,
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.

The garden is flourishing in the spring,
Little pieces of the rain fall on the edge of the street,
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.

The cold in the hills,
The forest still sleeps in silence
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.

Love always falls and rises,
Leaving happiness, broken hearts and tears,
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.