The robin is a bird. In three month, we will back to warm weather with spring. That is when the birds come out to build their nests on the trees.
The birds said goodbye,
on the balcony, to go
cocooning for the long winter.
We miss the birds,
and their songs,
which wak us up.
The birds will come out,
like seeds to nourish us,
like their babies in the nest.
They make the nests
like baskets, that you want
to buy one of these days.
The calm is in,
and you wonder, where
to find the singing birds.
Like you they like water,
and they say, where it is,
just to forgive you.
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