In The Beauty Of Their Nest.

In the beauty of theirest,

The little birds sing.

They chirp,

They sleep,

And as the new dawn arises,

They learn to flap their wings.

In the beauty of their nest,

God visits them,

And he looks after them.

They are always happy,

As they get immense love from their parents.

In the beauty of their nests,

May they always remain.


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