In the Trees

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I saw my chance and took it,
Right there in the trees,
A waiting gap was open so,
I pulled in and parked beneath,
The pretty blossoms in their prime,
This could be the only time,
To be sheathed up up in the trees.

To Think Where They Have Been

First, the colorful wings I spied,

Heard the soulful, birdful cry,

With one breath, my soul did rise,

Saw the nest, scanned the sky,

My people, my kin,

Nearest to my own skin,

To think where they have been,

Beautiful bird of mine, When

Will I see you again.