The Birds and the Bees
This is the story of the birds and the bees
How well we could learn, if we watch how they strive
Each blooming season, when spring fills the sweet air
Birds will build nests, and busy bees build their hives
In the trees of the meadow, the hives fill with honey
Rich, sweet, and golden, like a day that is sunny
Diligent workers, they buzz all day long
Sparrows watch from the branches, and sing little songs
And soon sparrows nest, with sweet little ones
Nests are the haven, babies waiting for worms
Danger could be lurking, but mother soon learns
To guard and protect...till her little fledgings one day
Have grown all their feathers, get strong, fly away
Each tiny creature...is made by God's hand
Big ones or small ones.....a part of His plan
Each wee little creature, no matter the size
Each creation a miracle, no matter how small
Signs to remind us, that God made us all
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