That faint twittering from a tiny tree
Its leaves that bristle up to the fledgling life
How it catches the eye, makes itself heard
Above the cacophonic bustle of the madding herd
It brings my pace to a pause
Somewhere, that clutter too, recedes for this cause
This little tree fluttering with little birds
So full of life, the joy that chirps in their every breath
What nestles in the hidden dark is a ray of hope
For the dawn of the morrow,
The day that will see their wings unfurl
To the flight of Freedom!
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