-----Winter -------.
In the breeze,
The birds all freeze,
For their little feathers,
Cannot stand these weathers.
If they stay,
They will be dead,
So they go away
Instead!
( Poem written in 1988,
when I was 9 years old )
'Migration': Above picture depicts birds arriving in the red sunset hilly landscapes after migrating from winter.
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