my favorite tree

I sit under my favourite tree, I hear a small, baby bird in its nest, waiting to be heard.

I sit under my favourite tree, a gouldian finch comes to sit next to me, looking ever so scared out of his nest waiting for mum, wondering if she would ever come. 

I sit under my favourite tree, as mama finch flew in, there was no baby in sight, so she began looking for him. No where to be seen, she began to go back to the nest, that was when I picked him up and gave him to her so that they could rest. Looking relieved, her eyes gave me a look that was wishing me the best.