Kingdom of The Birds

Early in the morning the birds sing their song,

In the hustle and bustle of life none heard all day long,

See the birds in their glory whilst in flight,

Some formations formed O what a lovely sight,

In the springtime in trees they nest,

Covered, hidden in the leaves are best,

Eggs get laid and their young are torn,

Chirruping their little song in the dawn.

The father bird feeds the family in flight,

Goes to find food and see the young ones right,

All through the summer they grow like me and you,

They learn to fly like their parents too.

In the garden you see birds of the earth,

Mankind unaware of their young in birth,

Collecting food for their little young one,

They are not there just catching the sun.

At the end of the summer when young have flew the nest,

They all get ready to migrate from the west,

Their formations are seen in the sky high,

Flapping their wings as though waving goodbye.

Their wings are spread out like an angel of the night,

When mankind look the birds are a lovely sight,

It must be wonderful to be as free as a bird,

Singing in the morning a song to be heard.

Next year the cycle begins again in spring,

And in the dawn you'll hear them sing,

Laying their eggs and rearing their young,

Next year their song will be sung.