Birds soar from tree to tree
As I look up, my face fills with glee.
Flying high and low
putting on a show
for everyone to observe for free.
No one can possibly disagree
because all of us know
that the birds will continue to crow.
We gaze up and see
that now there are only three.
The birds glance below
As it begins to snow.
We all pray and plea
For them not to go to sea.