Fallen unto the deepening, upon night.
Changing leaves that are turning, birds go after play.
While moonlight is turning away, we search of day.
Crowned bird is covered in a blanket of leaves,
while we hide to quarantine.
Our seeds found on the ground.
While the desperate voice,
chasing away the rain.
An eye-view no common place.
Quarantine nest; population calms down.
Disappearing whistling wind.
The things birds can do...
How do we survive the winter?
While temperature start.
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