Evergreen Serenade

It's the evening's abyss sinking deep

As the sun sails they rise

Bold and evergreen

The bristles break and crash

Hacking they plug, songs they sing

Perched deep they serenade the morning

Their songs sweet and soothing

An appeasing sound to perch upon

The bed

Eager to render the creativity swirled

In the mind of the forest.

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