The dirt holds firm for roots of grass
Yet worms & bugs can wiggle through
Their dark, secret world en masse
To dine on this soil's rich brew

Bird's beaks pierce this world for pleasure
Without cracks to their vital protrusion
For a chance to score underground treasure
The dirt will yield without exclusion

Birds then soar from nutrition obtained
To seek vines ripe with berries for free
Which God's earth & owners maintained
Or suck nectar as the case may be

Now deposit seeds with wild abandon
Wherever & whenever they choose
Be it field, valley or canyon
Any tree awaits for shelter & snooze

Beauty has been spread from high above
Now petals & buds all over the place
That will provide such comfort & love
Be it in casket or in vase

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