,,,,,,,,,,TWO BIRDS,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

living in a green oak tree,

playing, laughing,charing,

 and fighting together,,,,,,

BUT,,,

also taking refuge of each other,,,,,,

the days were BRIGHT ,,,,,,,,,,

and were full of DELIGHT,,,,,

cool, charming, and loving,,,,,,,

were the sweat NIGHTS,,,,,,,,,,,,

LIVING TWO BIRDS TOGETHER,,,,,

one of them,serving often as a CLOAK for the other,,,,,

their riper relation was vague, deliberate, but TRUE,,,,,,,

after many years, one became careless,,,,

his listlessness makes the other anxious,,,,

with a longing,the days which past come again,,,

her timorous changes to prudence,,,,,

and proud to humility,,,,

but the other makes his HOME in another red oak,

living with the new birds and new friends,,

she sway in that green oak tree,

with the eyes full of memories,,

but ere before he comes,,she flew away,

for much wanting of the heal, for her axious,,,,,,,

while leaving the oak, she droops, seeing the oak full of new birds,

but STILL, he was not there,,,,,,,,,,

she shed few tears, and left the oak forever,,,