The chirps, the squeaks, the hoots 

Bright sunny day 

They swoop all around 

Up and down 

To the ground the sit 

Sipping on water 

From storms they departed 

But back again 

Carrying daisies and lilies 

The cry out with glee 

Finally free from 

Agony and gloom 

Cloudy days 

Thunder striking upon all that is known

Find shelter for she’s brewing 

Stirred up and hot 

Her clouds fall heavy 

She SHOUTS 

Bearing down all that she has 

Nature has spoken. 

Back to sunny days 

The birds return.