Birds love fruits, they love because fruits are nutritious and sweet. Picking and plucking a pure fruit of the heart has to be done with heart wisdom in the garden of the heart. Some search for the fruit in the wild. Some plant a garden tree, eventually the tree bears the fruit of the heart.
Look up in the tree in the garden,
The wood bears seeds covered in meat.
Look at the grasses in the fields,
the passerines feed on.
From the greenery lovely songbirds get the spirit,
To them fields write fresh memories,
The sentiments grow into a fruit.
One bird tries to understand the human world!
The meat of the fruit rules the hearts,
To them the meat of the fruit develops first,
the seed of the fruit is not the first interest,
The vitality from the fruit is not worth,
One bird wonders what stops the fruit from its growth!
The fruit satisfies hunger for empathy,
Birds in the fields are obsessed,
In the meat of the fruit are interested,
They admire the kind and cruel with pure intentions,
They desire in the wrong and right,
Because of the fruit they are confused.
Nowadays the fruit is not so special,
Since the field and the plants are artificial,
The fruit has grown to be free and social.
The fruit is grown in fumigated fields nowadays,
Its meat is poisonous,
Its seeds germinate on the salty soil among the weeds,
Where grasses are native and exotic.
To find a fresh fruit one bird goes to distant fields,
In which natural are grasses,
In which trees still have old roots.
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