Why Birds Do Not Sing On This Earth
When hot and It is rain,
Birds do not sing in vain.
This joy they never feel
When heat walks upon hill.
When nothing else has worsened stroke,
This rain is taken for the rock -
Birds fear this intensive sound,
It echoes back the shape of ground:
They harder fear their end
When endless drops hit waiting land.
Who's after spot of Paradise on earth? -
It always rains, It always hot,
And question is the same:
Why birds do not sing on this earth
When heat turns into rain?
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