Once more the birds return to sing,

as on the early morning breeze

they flit about between the trees.

 

Pursuing ancient rites of spring,

they follow their agrestic quest

to build and populate a nest.

 

We see them there upon the wing,

as back and forth they daily strive

to gather food so hatchlings thrive,

 

so nature simply does her thing,

and we can watch them day by day

until they fledge and fly away.