The drowning sun in the evening sky,
Is chirping with birds which when chasing high.

With that reddened glow of the whelming sun,
Those chasing birds arrived home to feed their Lil one.

Beneath the sky, under the shaddy trees,
Lil lives fight for survival, or to become free.

Struggle is their destiny and despair be destination,
Still trying and clinging for flourishing bliss even after the intuition.

The lil creatures pulling through the evening of life which may be their last,
With chirping sound they almost makes wither to be avast.

With soft feathers, these tiny beast disbursed with wings of hope,
Aren't we stronger enough to deal with some fellow cope???

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