When the air is crisp
And the leaves are gone
The tree’s bare branches
Call them home;
One-by-one
They pick their perch
Until the naked tree
Is clothed with birds;
A haunting song they do sing
Of warmer days gone by
A fond farewell
For leaves who’ve met their demise;
From bare branches
Where they do cling
Composing a symphony
They hauntingly sing
Perfect for this time of year!
Meĺencholy! 🐦🐦🐦🐤🐤🐤! We will be waiting for new life in the spring, right along with you, feathered friends!