The light peaks through the branches
As they twist and turn and bend
Embracing each other gently
Like a hug between two old friends
A bird flys into it nest
Where its young wait to be fed
It drops down the wriggling worms
With a bend of its feathery head
A window opens behind the leaves
And a baby cries into the air
The soothing process is heard
By a mother and father who care
The squirrel bobs and weaves
Along the bark that it loves
You just have to look and marvel
As what nature is giving to us