birds chirp and chirping, spilling all the forests' secrets
the roots have dried up you see,
the branches ****** em dry,
the rains kept on falling last summer, tear tracks all over the house,
tonight the fox will come out, but only if the moon shines enough to make him feel warm,
and the wind kept yelling and yelling and yelling so hard
that every single leaf fell down their tree.
birds stop meddling, keep to the sky where your feathers belong and
let your beak rest for the night, tired as it gets,
because i want to learn all the secrets myself.