In the forest green, where the sunlight shines,
Twigs and twines twist, like nature's designs.
Little branches sway, in the gentle breeze,
Whispering secrets, among the tall trees.
Twigs are the fingers of the sturdy bark,
Twines are the threads that weave in the dark.
Together they dance, in a playful embrace,
Binding the earth in a soft, warm space.
In a woven nest, where the birds find their home,
Twigs and twines gather, no need to roam.
Nature's own art, simple yet fine,
Life’s little wonders, in twigs and twines.
© Nishmitha Kotian