The sunlight strays through soaring trees,

And birds call out their lonely pleas

That echo strangely in the dawn,

Now that the gloom of night has gone,

And leaves are stirred by morning breeze.

 

The silent watcher stands and sees

Their careful flights, in twos and threes,

From branch to branch their path is drawn

Through soaring trees.

 

Another day’s uncertainties,

Avoiding all their enemies,

To seek the bugs they prey upon,

And safely feed their young thereon;

Back to the nest and families

Through soaring trees.