Bird
On the branch, where pretty birds lie;
Awakened, one bird stretches after its rest;
Opening its eyes up to the vast morning sky;
And wings spread, now is time to leave the nest;
To wake her sisters, she began to coo;
All but one stirred in their bed;
But after some pestering, the last one did too;
After they got up, their wings they did spread;
Cold wind wrapping them up with its chill;
One by one, they fluttered away;
Turning and gliding with remarkable skill;
The nest left abandoned for the rest of the day;
Patiently it waits for the moment when;
The birds return to start over again.
