A branch, long and slender,
With thin thorny tips, free and tender.
A drop like bag of grass weave sag,
Tied beneath the shreds with a tight tag.
Alone in nestle, quietly sunk,
A fine cool breeze rolls past the bank.
It smoothens and washes each silent piece,
As the nest swings...bringing calm and peace.
A weeping stream of crystal below,
Claims the noise...
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