A Little Bird

A little Bird, Flew every where in the space, He was searching for a place, Where he could make a safe rest. He was willing for a family, As he dreamt to have a partner, When he chose one, He flew with winds to share his happiness. They made a honeymoon trip, At last they chose a safe environment, Where leaves were overshaded, And adequate light was constant. They chose straw and soft sticks, And decorated without mud or cement, Warm and safe built a nest, And developed friendly climax for baby birds. When they thought to build a nest, They frightened that the land isn’t safe, Human or animal may have easy target, They can attack on innocent babies. They chose a densely small tree, Green needles were bluish on both surfaces, As army was building a secret banker, To watch the enemies activities. They thought of thunder and lightening, Storm and flood, or Heat and cold, They thought it would not harm them directly, But they were innocent about a snake. They never justified, Everyone is after smalls, One by one was raising each other, But at last no one has risen.