small birds
flitting around
branch to branch
that big old birch
branch to ground
how would it be
what would we
forever see
no birds
barren branches
no trees
small words
no leaves
truly befitting
less trunk
fewer roots
no bird nests
less treasure
more autumn
fewer colours
what about those
flitting birds
what about that
towering tree
if I could
change this world
pull up roots
I'd grow feathers
flit from branch
to leafy branch
I'd save this world
make it something
a better place
a singing garden
with birds and trees
bringing joyful solace
to this earthly space

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