Homeless

He flies far Collected Sprig to make a nest Wish he could Guard her eggs. She flies away Leaving their nest. The shower of time Washed the abode, Made them homeless. City-lights eradicate night lull City-sounds daunting the eggs. O Ethnic, keep patience There will be sunshine We will run far, So far, would never return Your dwelling dismantles the tiny abode The flock of humane shoos it They will miss the old tree And squeeze the recent arbor.