Enjoying two small birds
Slowly building a nest
A rather large one
At the very end of a branch
What are they thinking
In the tree I planted
Just a few feet away
Which will soon be full of bees
Don’t I have a duty to warn them
Say I can’t save them
Even from my friends
Two small green birds
Flying back and forth
Rescuing the earth one twig at a time
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