the little birdies live 4

On the trees

The windy breezes flow

Twisting leaves echo of the wind

The quaking little ducklings

Waking up the neighbors

The yellow and black birds

Singing loudly calling its partner

Somewhere in the neighborhood

Searching for eggs to eat

Then I hear the little birdies

Tweeting hungrily for food

The sound of its parenting birds

With the windy breezes as background music

Now I know the little birdies survive

In the open space the natural way they live

The morning sun rising with haze on the main range

The smell of smoke of burning ashes flow