Birds in winter are a jewel to the eye
As they pick at the seeds you leave out
Then when full, flutter on by

Their song in spring,
Is a song of renewed vigour,
As it resounds with a resonating ring,

In summer they soar silently
The wind cooling them as they fly
Tending to their young patiently

In autumn, the time of harvesting
They collect seeds and berries
For the winter investing

The End

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