The chirp of life,
That fulfills the air.

It takes up my life
For I am the tree

While I wait
For the bird to chirp and to sing
But this bird does not want to fly

Go cherish to bloom
To take up the sky

Instead she waits
On this tree
Forever more

Wanting to be
Touched,
Loved,
And cherished by me

The reason for her is that she’s smaller than most,
But she stays alive and that’s a reason to boast

Yet I tell her she’s fine at every clocks,”dong”
That,” The prettiest birds sing the prettiest songs.”